Bastinado

It’s a sting

Even when it’s a

THUD

Round pound

Into soft-ripened feet

Tomato Roots

And Brutal Yield

Muscle-jump-deep-cunt-throbbing-gush

I limp away

Comfortably sedate with soft spoken lips

I limp away

Feeling the burn in your eyes

Smoldering

I limp away

I do not want your tenderness

I do not need your tenderness

I limp away

Soul struck

I limp away with no longing

I will always limp back

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