a poem by ~ghostpoet~
Look into my eyes...
...for within their ice lies frozen
a mystery...
that the hands
that feed my hunger to submit
also cradle my soul
like a newborn...
that the raw taste
of Your hunger for my final surrender
starves my will of any temptation
to resist Your lyrical whims and fancies
as You play me...
my flesh,
exposed and taut
like a canvas stretched 'neath the expert
hands
of an Artist
who paints my soul with strokes of leather
and rejoices in its betrayal of my will
like a Lazarus...
