Grotesquerie

Within black walls,
black floor shot through
with red clay specks,

beneath the picture,
your favorite, with the red paint
flung wide, canvas smoked
and brown,

beneath the filtered spotlight,
muted, thick with smoke,

pallet, flat blue, hard
and inches from the floor.

Between burning, smoke, scent
of sage and sandalwood,

you, prone, topless.

Silk ropes constrain wrists
and ankles; silk band encloses
eyes, still closed. Patterns
of color, blindness, restraint.
Your lips are parted, wet.

A heat, dry, to your right,
sterile. Quick, then gone.

You feel the caress
on tongue, and throat,
tremble, wait
for its descent,

and finally the parting,
left breast, skin split,
thin line of red euphoria

Blood moves, breathes.
Blade whispers.

Its head, desperate
triangle, flat, thin.
You see it behind silk,
moisten lips.
Strokes down curve, its flat
crossing skin sweat-slicked
and goosebumped. Tip
circles aureole,
rubies rise, join, run.

One nick over stiff nipple.
You feel his lips on you.
release.
You float through bonds.
He kisses, copper
sweetness in your throat
sleep now, fulfilled.