Three points on a straight line

by Isabel Yon

Hedonistic, caustic sadistic killer
The blood wont leave that drop on your finger
and your eyes wont close without the picture
of your vindictive belligerent yet
flawless lover
Depict your frantic romantic mistress
Watch her lips lend cold exquisite kisses
O what brutal bending beauty this is
In devote revolt such sweet perfection
grows submissive

Though other is as other can
And other will another man
And other was as other will
And other is another kill

And thus Behold! The brute was blinding bent
Now mottled and dishevelled in decent
Yet liberation numbed his futile scent
Alas another saturated soul
that lacked repent
But boldly proudly head held high
The brute kept trudging
By and by
Slowly slowly
Faster faster
Brut kept calling
Master master
Wash my sins
And wash me after
Wash down flames
And damp the laughter
Cold repent
Or would you rather
Sit in flames
From now hereafter
Call apon the Holy Father
bloodied hands
will damp the laughter
wring them
squeeze them
dry them out
Hang them up
And roundabout
Wring them
Rinse them
Dry them crisp
Rub the stains
Where two lips kissed
Though other is as other can
And other will another man
And other is as other will
And other was another kill