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Last Window

See her smiling at
the door.
A
Mad
Mistress,
churning the hours
of blank silence
spread on the cell-block floor
amongst groaning tensions of
condensed
libido.
Sense her smiling eyes
against the sun of spotlight
insanity &
mayhem.
The warden's child.
A smooth
cauldron
of thick fertility
& mystic
heated wine.
Stings the back of your throat,
like a sad song's
weeping chorus.
No chance, though.
No frail attempt at fate could break
these chains of bondage
now.
She is only a dream;
an aspiration of sick senses,
& motionless pleasure
inside the hardened
walls of
purgatory.
Take me away,
Dream Lass.
The dark hours
run thin,
too short for my liking,
for sleep is my only escape;
My last window
to freedom.
We will dance
beside the moonlit ocean,
naked,
& free to explore our
private
community
bodies.

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