The "L" Words

Love me, I say
with the yearning of an ancient admirer
as with the lady of shallot
beckon for me at dusk
whisper my name in the winds of enchanted shadows

Lead me, I say
escort me to your polyandrous den
encourage me to be the mother-whore,
mythical concubine programmed to gratify
each commanded ache the congregates control

Lust after me, I say
trace my lips with venom
thrust my thighs ajar
spew desolate desire across my nipples
and squeeze until barrenness is banal

Languish me, I say
force me to lay in your remembrance
inhaling the thought of secluded passion
reminiscing over what it was like
how it was to have you close

Loath me, I say
push me away from safety
turn your back thrice
prove me accurate by not acknowledging what I have
to utter or offer or attain

Liberate me, I say
release me at the threshold of Hades
for it is Lucifer's voice that soothes
allowing the buried nihilist to protrude forth
freeing the faithful legions of bedlam

Leave me, I say
in the confusion of aloneness
lose me in your findings
miles from the candor of the sun gods
in the space dawn is most dispelled

~Ladywitlocs

(C) 2008