i. Lock
Under cracked incandescence, greed’s swinging lanterns
of nude light dancing with ceiling-fanned abandon,
in the brothel where I bought the right to unleash
my fantasies, a captive part of me caged in
tiger-jaws of jealousy nursed to my cock’s heart-
hardened surface a viscous tear of coercive
currency, a taste of liquid wealth promised to
be spent on him, spilled if only I would free from
inhibition this shameless little shot of verse
detailing how I purchased a slave and to his
doomed fate’s weeping face found my Self bound, my thirst tamed,
fettered by depraved submission to his nameless,
persuasive lips, to them chained, flesh dominant in
regulating what seemed my come’s unruliest
emission, its flooding forth broadcasting a force
controlled solely by his tongue’s tickling, a tidal
language leaking secrets without speaking, once filled,
he reveled in his mouth’s revelation of my
ii. Key
mind’s most salacious of unvoiced passions, slaking
from my sluice what primal movements wrought within brought
about our mutual manumission, each hand
seeking something different yet releasing what,
for so long, we had let weaken us, this demand
of friction dictating our quest, commanding men,
heaven’s fallen imperatives such as our Selves,
to labour relentlessly for its fruition,
Paradise’s exiled gardeners seeding holes
with low hopes of base expectations, our stymied
desires growing no higher, our horizons no
broader than our contempt for society and
one another, when together our bruised lives both
realized biting forbidden fruit is more an
addiction than a crime, that those captivated
by its blushing pursuit must die twice, freeing lust’s
unclean spirits before inviting a soul with
whom to share one’s life, so leaking me, we freed them.