LITTLE DEATHS


With subtle lies
and bedroom eyes
her hand upon my crotch.

Is she the one,
or just some fun ?
Just another notch.

Just content instead
to burn her bed
not intent to stay.

She suggests a form
beyond the norm.
Adversity for play.

With whips and chains,
infinity of pains,
we try out and explore.

I'm never to be
its now clear to me
as I was before.


-Louis Ranero