Madam Poetry. The Owner of Many.

(A lone voice whispers.)

I've seduced so many

From all races

All sex's

Oh 

So many countless old and new faces

With such enticing words

So rhythmically and seductively compelling

Like a form of silent yelling

A self-inductive current for their soul

That can be either destructive or constructive

But be careful if you summon me

To visit

Or I could hypnotise you to crave more

To open that hidden Red Door 

To your innermost 

Curiosity or desires

 

Fires

Of the Unknown 

Which lies in The Nexus

The very centre

Of all those hidden compartmentalized emotions

You own

To create such a magnificent 

Self-Pleasure City

One that Freud would rejoice in

With the Pleasure and Principle as President

To help you win

Or overcome sin

When one needs primary gratification

A release of all happy or old painful sensations

Containing nations of

Thirst

Anger

hunger

Or sex

Which lay in your souls innermost 

Vortex

A city free of any ethics committees

But where

Salacity

Will be 

The only form of 

Pity

Where 

I'll hold you like a wilting red rose

Caress your spirit 

When needed

In any love letters

You'll write

For they all matter

Call to you 

At any given hour

As my new slave

Subservient to my visceral powers 

And lead you

Into my pagan-lettered 

Cave of Expressions

I also use as my penitentiary 

Until I drink and eat all your innocence

Within a butterfly's heartbeat

Where

Afterwards 

I'll curse you to bare your soul

Daily

As an indentured conscript

To create newly dipped scripts

In your hearts well

Like so many others 

Of my indoctrinated addicts

Who from morning 

To midnight

Yell

Silently

While composing

Or confessing

Possessed

Under my spell

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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