Behind the Blindfold
Behind the BlindfoldOnly in the darknessDoes truth tell itself this wellSo eloquent, so honestWith no vanities to sellBehind the black of masksSo brave becomes the soulIn the bliss of freedom fromThe illusion of controlThe abandonment of pastAnd of vast contingenciesBased on gracious venturesThat no one even seesBut to come untamed beforeSomeone that you trustAnd transcend this blend of ecstasyAnd the fleet of freeze-dried lustStanding back aghast, at lastFaced with your own strengthWith no lace to give permissionTo t

The Devil's Candy
The Devil’s CandyShe walks like a fire spreads across tinderTurning and burning the world into cinderTouch her tonight and for each night hereafterA wide-eyed suicide at the hands of her laughter...She sighs and then sets a spark to the embersOf a smile you won’t see in a thousand SeptembersStrip centuries bare of the pretense of timeAnd eyes pantomime saying, “soon you’ll be mine”Wrapped up, encased in pain-red lace capesAnd draped, masked and cast like a spray of mistakesRiddled and brittle as a sprig of obsidianBreak! … And bring on oblivion© 2009 P

The Gods Wanted Nothing
The Gods Wanted NothingAnd the sorrow carved sharp her silver-studded beautyAnd the sorrow bent her will until her soul touched mine,But what would I have given while I watched that worry wake?Was there any given sacrifice, to any given godThat then and there, I would not have surrendered,Just to have had that god whisper her a promise;But a promise painted pretty, if even by a lie,If that promise would have loosed upon the remains of her sanityA horror less than loss… a terror less than bone-deep grief?No. There was nothing… No virtue, no treasureThat I would not have cast downward t

White Blindfold
White BlindfoldShe blindfolds us accordinglyTo further push her powerIn the pursuit of dominationShe charges by the hourAnd in that hour there will beNo distinction between us threeNot so much a triangle nowAs we are a trinity…The sleek of satin stockingsThe delight of thigh-high bootsCandle wax on skinAnd hair ripped from its rootsAnd Miss Vicious, scanty-cladIn sterling silver suedeFixes kisses on the skinWhere the whip was laidHer touch, both lewd and properSeems to say to me:‘Even terror turns to pleasure…Ev