Your Katy, your Kitty courtesan. Running a disorderly house in this

goldfish bowl of hype. City hotel room, mountain topped veneered luxury.

Hearts beat dawn rhythm ridden hard and sodden in salted white sheets

while I whispered your name and the age you would die, in the dark.  

 

We refract against light that spears our skin through the curtains.

Silk and cotton, now forgotten - strewn on last nights hardworn floor

where you brutally banished the guilt out of us. Lashed onto my back

hot marks of passion descending through a waterfall of I love you’s.

 

Holding me tight against uneasy lies that bind us. I tell you it’s the most

important year of your life. You avert your face chasing me to the bathroom.

Whetted breath rise my breasts to touch cold chest that stings a bond

of yearning. Eyes albedo an ambience of our omnipresent want.

 

Tipping my head towards lips that anchor metallic tang, I’m tongued

and flung in a listless wishing well. You cast a storm over my shoulder

with wistful diamond touch that drips between steam misted skin.

Fastened with an evermore kiss holding mouthful of tears and fated fears.

 

Lust’s spectre rainbows a glory ring of salvation, then vaporises again.

Pink mist dissipates, parousia remains contained in that ethereal, quietus kiss.

Voyeurs busy themselves on streets below, salivating in their own sufferings.

Bags packed - checking out, we anticipate the ending, await an epiphany. 

 

© Katypoetess 2013