Misère

Misery cloaks my shoulders
He is my second love
Holding me in his worn embrace
He fits me like a glove

I gather his gaunt form around me
His threadbare cloth is fine
Good enough for the likes of me
I’m glad to call him mine

His sickly aroma comforts me
His clammy flesh does too
I desire him above all lovers
Because I can’t have you

Rancid breath wafts o’er my neck
As he kisses me gently there
The passion that lights his fiery eyes
Leaves me with nothing to spare

As he inhales my fragrant perfume
Gnarled fingers coil my curls
He is drawing my innocence out
With the fasc’nations he unfurls

Horrors march ‘cross my line of vision
Enticing me to grab hold
His buttons hold me securely from safety
The hollowness turning cold

Without Love I have only Misery
I fall for him and crawl
Tis better to feel him surrounding me
Than not to feel at all



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