My Mistress Sighs

If wanting had a face,
a mistress soaked
in chafing
needed oils,
the lisping lip
so proud to wear
her evening gown,
that bitten fold
is you.

Voiced as an unruled mare,
unstalled and unsated.

This great negation
voiced
creates the chain
that wraps the throat
and chokes to call
the gasping gape
of mouth
to press the words
to force
to lay full bare
in unencumbered silence
cinched and locked
with tethered surety.

It is a mistress
who would have her
knight
save her from herself,
a bloodbath
in a canticle.

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