The Dreamlike Sorrow

The dreamlike sorrow

of virgin landscapes

which smelled of
innocent musk
held in dominion
for some, not all
How clawed
and chewed up
you became
as a witness
to the sacrifice,
the frenzy of the feast
where she was twisted,
and you became bent
but even this
was temporary.
Made tender
before the ceremony’s end
resigned to lie still
to descend
Forced exile
to the fringe
of the woods
away from the
semen laced
where you lost
possession of
even your corporal self.
The dreamlike sorrow,
no body wants to leave home.

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