Caesonia
Sadistic seductress
of sultry lasciviousness,
the cruelty of your fingers
wrapped around others
like choke holds before
the profligate emperor,
a noose too eager to knot,
as your lips curl
into a cynical smile
encasing the ecstatic
with the obscene, flagrantly
parading yourself for all to see
while I hide in the folds
of your tunic, yearning
for a man not my own,
wrapping my own mouth
around his desire until
he neglects his old life
and yearns only for me.
This poem is about:
Me