Untitled Dark Poem #9

Play not with my heart
as you did my body;
plucking
strumming
notes of harmony
flowing
below the surface
taking a man
firm of hand
seeing
the true woman beneath
mask blurring
as though
witnessed
floating
beneath still pools of water
lily pads dancing
scent in the air
uncertain
hesitant…..
Where are you going?
Where are you taking me?
Why is there blood?
Crimson bright
against snow white.
What have you done?
Scattered to the winds
east
west
south
north
portions of my heart
unstrung
sent winging
even as your body pounds
thrusting
over
and over
and over
taking
making
me your own.
©May 10/21
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