Sanguine.

Dimming lights
velvety satins
her silks a creased
rose blushed shade
and the ropes
they bound
marking anew
the soft ivory
of her arms tethered -
paved floors
sanguine napkins
her blood a cascaded
cerise tinted hue
and it drips
concealed in
her silken reds,
rended to her ankles
confined in rusted chain -
rustled clothing
scalding wax
her rump a bruised
carmine flushed tone
and he relinquishes
his scarlet tinged whip
savoring her swollen sepia eyes,
tear-stained and squinted pain
and he moves
for her arms reach out in an embrace
and his hands close around her throat
and he loves
that cherry
blushed
face.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Have had to read your words twice, second time very slowly. Whether your words refer to sadism or an agreed sub/dom experience is something to consider. Uncomfortable to read it nonetheless leaves a literary mark. For me, emotionally, wouldn't want to read it before turning off the light! However, perhaps it could be called headline writing ~ the decision is personal.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words dear Angeliki. Like sweet candy. Gentle, with purpose and the reader can feel and see. The slow and easy flow of words I did like. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote