Into your lair,
I willfully stride,
as a moth,
to your eternal flame.The heat of your glistening eyes
excites my animal senses,
though I should depart and flee
not knowing why.....I feel your passion binding us,
tight...my mind and soul,
blinded and gagged,
with remorseful suffocation....Your hell returns to this slave,
its masochistic gratification...S.-T.
- The Interview with "S.T."
- selected poem "Trinity"
- featured poem "Desiderata"
By Max Ehlrmann
- featured poem "Invictus"
By William Ernest Henley- Q&A - questions asked & answers
Other poetry by "S.T."