The Iron Maiden

The Iron Maiden has been opened

Her dark bunting batted removed

Lace drawn draperies shimmering

Antlers hook and groove

Brush away your private thoughts

Unchain morality’s prize

Dance with these orbital truth(s)

There is no repatriation inside

Stuffed so thick is a thicket

Without a plush velvet curtain

Trinkets are virginal silk moments

as honey milked desires are certain

Upon the home spun steeling ovary

Fertile fields sow through and through

Uniting an undivided multiplicity

where underlying secrets often brew

So Come Come Come with me

Lay fearless in uninhibited bliss

Your passions are safe surrender

…but is love just death knell’s kiss?

Poetry Chronicles: Victoria L. McColley