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Concubine

Letters, lines, sentences --
my cheating, lying lover;
you climb in bed with
me aroused, while
screwing someone other.

Ecstatic I glimpse your
glorious stripped down
form; breathe your warm
verbs, feel fluidity as you
stretch before me.  
Your adjectives pulse with
rhythm; obscene lullaby
of magnificent dissonance.
I roll your nouns around
my tongue and taste blood:
salty fruit fat with promise.
Sun hot exclamations
probe with fevered fingers ā€“
I beg for commas,
you pause deliciously.

You bastard how dare you
follow and stab at me like Poe?
Slice me into ribbons;
Iā€™m a tired, wordy ho.
You sing to Cin like Sappho
in ancient Greece B.C.,
but use your rhyme-wrought
expletives as you spit at me.
You accuse with alliteration,
a tort et a travers!
Dashes lash me to a pulp,
colons chew me bare.

Sultry metaphors of
pleasure vibrate in
your verse; I shiver then
climax with your turn ā€“
quotations hold me close.  
In simile I will marry you
time and over again;
I am your concubine --
brutal slave of stanza,
period.

-- Cynthia A. Ventresca