Thursday, October 24, 2013

Pasquale; or, Let Sleep, Let Swim

He had to have his way,
Especially when she said no.
He went out of his way
to make her know
the meaning of no
was the way he thrust love
inside her as she slept
and waking cried, No!
you’re hurting me!
To which he replied,
Not me, my love, but this
life burning between my legs
that your legs bring to life
but not let sleep.

He was asked back to Venice
because she wanted that.
In Rome she could fuck
who she wanted
and when
and how
and sleep until she was awake
and ready to leave
this house he occupied
when she was gone
knowing nothing of when
she would open the door
locked only with her key.
In Venice he was let swim.

(24 October 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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