Adrift on liquid courage
the Beast sleeps
Muffled sounds
diminished by distance
but my hand is on her mouth
to stop my name
Flooding pleasure engulfs
as she urges me on
and my love spills forth
where his hate has been
She comes to me
for healing, for solace
and I kiss the pain away
Below, the Beast sleeps
as Cain performs his office


© W.R.R. 9/18/1997

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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