the flagellant

the flagellant

A Poem by flaneur
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Everything has a cost. Not a price. Price is something paid with external tokens. The cost, that can only be extracted from within.

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the cost accrues when the die is cast
our bruises are due when we grasp at last
the bundled lash with bleeding gasps
we atone alone until the cup is passed

© 2014 flaneur


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What an ingenious title, enjoyment of being whipped. "And the cost accrues... Until the cup is passed" brilliant, mr. Flaneur. I apologize for my inexperience in the Dom world, but there is imagery between the lines, and it is beautiful poetry.

I will be delving into your work, a renewed interest in your gorgeous writing.

"Poetry is god when he is feeling nostalgia for man"
Motorcycle diary

Awesome work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

7 Years Ago

Lol. Better late than never. I know the definition, still a great piece of art. Ty.
flaneur

7 Years Ago

I guess it's arrogant to come back and pretend I never left. I'm glad that you are here too.
Butch Decatoria

7 Years Ago

I'm more at hellopoetry.com than here, but I like this cafe, cuz it allows for short stories too.

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Added on October 8, 2013
Last Updated on July 21, 2014
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flaneur
flaneur

Midwest, IN



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