He

Please, Beg Me More

o darling!

won't You suspend me from the ceiling

enveloped in chains

dripping in wrath poured from Your golden chalice?

wilted

like a dandelion in ice

i am His lily-eyed girl

brutally refreshing

to destruction.

like a tsunami entranced by a tornado-

we are two lovers fallen

into the overflowing bloodbath

where children roar.

lightening embeds itself

in my veins and capillaries

combusting to know His name

and chant it in ritual tongues

moaning, screaming, weeping-

begging

o begging

o darling!

won't You insert Your steering rod

into the gaping crevasse of

i?

swerve me left and right-

my heart is beating

but i'm barely alive.

i loathe Him

enough!

to let Him crawl inside my body

dominating every last living cell

and atomic counterpart

divine like the counterparts

of a forlorn stormy ocean

howling at Him

as though He were the moon.

turn my fertile soil

into graveyard dirt!

i scream.

He cocks His head

like a loaded gun and

with that knowing smirk

He demands

please, beg Me more

- ©️ Mars Saturnia

I write to music and decided to add what song I was listening to at the time of writing with this poem to really get the atmospheric effect. Williamson0 adds music to their poems, so I was inspired to do the same!

I was also inspired by Oscar Wilde!