Poetry by Sir Lena

"my choice...pain"

emotional pain with physical pain...

manifestation...

no one can ease it...
no one can erase it...
no drug can calm it...
I cant even ignore it...

only time...will heal it...

my chest aches...throbs...hurts
covered in scratches and bruises...
scabs...
above my heart...how convenient...

this path to pain leads no where that I can see...

it's a path to more pain...


"sweet surrender"

sacrificing my body
a canvass for your pleasure
offering my body
as an instrument to play with

I feel the pain
of your fingernails
the slow burning sensation
above my heart

tears well up in my eyes
a lump builds in my throat

where there was blood
there are now scars
a permanent reminder
..of the sacrifice
...of the intimacy
...of the injection of your soul into me

a sweet surrender


"crush"

she crushes my chest
with the weight of her soul
a breath...not possible

inhaling...hurts
to exhale...creates fear
my breath...less and less
as I lose, more and more

my chest...smaller
my lungs...collapsed
my emotions...pushed out
all beyond my will

it brings up a memory
of similar pain
of longing for you
like I long to breathe, again

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