To My Lover

A poem about a very manipulating man

Cold metal, wrapped tight around the chest
pinning flesh and bone. Razorblades cut deep
into my mind's eye. Breath jammed in breast.
Horrid images of a secret to keep.

Past indiscretions poured like boiling
water over fresh wound, scalding. Pungent
lies permeate. Mislaid words come tumbling
unseen across sharp landscape of arrant

childhood. Flashes of virgin soiled creep from
depths untraveled. Scarlet screams rips
ribs, muscles break free, dirty orgasm
splits teeth. Rhythmic panting, low sobbing dips

beneath, inaudible. Onyx wraps complete
this heart, glass steel, never again to beat.