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Pornotopia
Juliette Lima
On phosphor screen I see the words that call
For me to follow even though the way
Will take my life of ease from me
The siren softly says, "follow me"
I hear the whispered call, I go to give
Her pallid fingers beckon, her arms wide stretched
Welcome me to her. I move as dazed caring naught
She draws me in, I cede my soul to her
The perfume of her swallows me I breathe to drink
Her essence as though my lungs might feed my soul.
She kisses my lips I taste the sweetness of lust
The softness of her absorbs me, lest any of me be
Let loose from her. My blood pounds, its pulse drowns
The voice of reason. Into her dark recess of love I dive
Plunging hammering blood pulse stammering scream
Quiet is the whole of creation, no sound, no light, no love
I press my hand against the floor and rising see no one
Only dim gray walls, and soiled floor beneath me
Naked I stand amid the drear. Where has she gone
How am I here? I explore the naked corpus and feel
No familiarity to it. Where once was dry is now wet.
What once was stiff proud flesh is now wet slit. I have
The body she offered my desire. I lack the lust she fanned
From ember to fire. Afar I see a glimmer, and to it I must go.
A mirror hangs, and in it I behold a worn out tired cadaver
The hair of gold, lies limp, from color ripped
The mouth of honey now ashen lipped.
Upon a skeletal frame sad sacks of flesh sag sodden.
The once sweet portal gapes asunder and reeks like death
I see, I weep, I moan, I pray, all that I had was torn away.
In Pornotopia's dungeon now I stay within the walls of stone.
Never seeing dark nor day, only gazing at the shades of gray.
The bewitched mirror hangs to taunt my soiled soul and shows
Me also the world aglow, with love and joy, but beyond my reach.
I see the should, the could , the was, the is, but touch them not.
I stay confined, my drear dim dungeon replete with rot.
I sweat when cold, I shiver when hot.
The body left me responds to naught, not once will pleasure
Make the tissues taut. All is worn and wasted, no love no life
No sweetness tasted. Look on me fool and learn.
Once on the phosphor screen I read words of lust and had no dread
I was the rampant roaring lion of choice. I pursued the weakest for
The parts most moist. Now in the prison of my worn out husk
I exist in never ending dusk. Never to see the promise of dawn
Endlessly I weep, knowing Nemesis looks on.
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