Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

December 6, 2010

Undyed Hemp

Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 9:00 am

Big brother unbottons my shirt for the camera, introducing us: This is my sister.

The viewers think we’re crazy hot. I carry his champagne glass across the rich room; collared, flogged, caned, whipped, given to please a beautiful woman; and raw with tears. As I kneel by his chair, we get two thumbs up. His pride and mine are not separate.

We exit this dream exhausted and amazed. In his toybag is a short length of rope which had tied my mouth shut and head back.
{smiling} You know what I appreciate.
And, together: This rope has a story…


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