Her King
~~~*~~~

Was that you?
The woman escaping from my mind
In the predawn
Of my yesterday
As I tried desperately
To stay within my dream.

Or were you the whore
Of Babylon
That tormented me
In my previous life.

When I was Your king
And you my Love slave
Yet your passionate love
Enslaved me
Like a peasant in the field

As you scar my bare back
With the lash
Disgracing a king’s
Dignity
To satisfy your inner most
Deviant craves

Now your head
Is displayed on a
Silver platter
For all to see
Your king is not
A sex toy.


By: William Bonilla
D'Artagnan
12/19/2014