Contributor: Steve Isaak
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I am their whore.
Her rapist tip parts sable,
carnelian shimmer
for her expatiating kiss!
Venusian salt on our china thighs,
he glitters, a terrified voyeur
bound by a gold band.
I am their toy.
Pigeons coo over cunt drenched
bread bits, old men
with their fondled plastic kings –
ben-was rolls slick, swollen,
my tottering walk;
the wed ones watch,
stain Apollo’s public hour.
I am their panacea.
She shivers under razors,
my mercenary traces,
roses without petals – he violates
her Dachau pucker,
her exotic spine bent
by his divorcing gaze.
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Steve Isaak, sometimes published under the nom de plume Nikki Isaak and Chuck Lovepoe, is the author of several poetry anthologies. He is the editor of Reading & Writing By Pub Light.
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I am their whore.
Her rapist tip parts sable,
carnelian shimmer
for her expatiating kiss!
Venusian salt on our china thighs,
he glitters, a terrified voyeur
bound by a gold band.
I am their toy.
Pigeons coo over cunt drenched
bread bits, old men
with their fondled plastic kings –
ben-was rolls slick, swollen,
my tottering walk;
the wed ones watch,
stain Apollo’s public hour.
I am their panacea.
She shivers under razors,
my mercenary traces,
roses without petals – he violates
her Dachau pucker,
her exotic spine bent
by his divorcing gaze.
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Steve Isaak, sometimes published under the nom de plume Nikki Isaak and Chuck Lovepoe, is the author of several poetry anthologies. He is the editor of Reading & Writing By Pub Light.
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