Breaking her in

Break…of dawn
Heralds morning to begin
And mourning within, a furnace of passion
Speaks, a blacksmith who seeks
To meld alloy of man and beast
And heat that radiates from compact sheets of asphalt
Ascends with incense of mud mas, J’ouvert
Giving way to haze of putrid masquerade
Foul stench of human desire, untamed
On the streets.

Takin a wine and brushing a slate
To agitate, the two-third animal in yuh waist
And exfoliate morality by friction
To expose a skin of original innocence,
Indifference preserved, in a layer of saline trust
Sinful lust…
Sinful lost souls of carnal feast,
Carnival.

Drops of passion like sweat beads
Sputter, infused desire and spill
Down a gutter of free will
And vaporize to mist blinding conscience
To silence, a spirit of self control
Brim filled, and overflow with vengeance
To dispense, the Obeah man’s prescription
With a cauldron teeming sensations of “love”
…potion preserved by infatuation
And stir, to sweeten for consumption by
A couple that stayed
A couple of minutes together.

Wicked eyes of a man’s temptation
Deceives perception of her,
And blurs judgement, swayed
To diminish restraint of a predator
Stalking prey
And watch a body of her’s gyrate
To a drum of rhythm sections
That summate a deceptive infusion of
Anesthetic to entrance and create
The animate images of her in a box
With trap doors of mirrors to envision
Satisfaction, and rolling the dice
Will reflect how you played surgeon
To fiddle with her life
And she with yours.

Tossed onto a bed of lies
Carved into a coffin that sets,
Her dignity, undressed
And you request, an instrument of incision
With ligatures for tying consequences
Of your decision to inoculate this patient
And seal, scars of a lost virginity,
Unhealed by seconds of pleasure
Ending in debt
And death by non-sterile injection
Of your soul into her’s, to beget
Infection of perpetual connection to disease
Perplexed by STDs eroding the fabric
Of a social womb at stake
And a culture that menstruates a tomb
To gestate a poisoned future…

Generations decay by grit of seeds
In polycystic ovaries, brewing death
From a graveyard of premature consent, stained
Fertile weeds of sexual vice
And taint repute of a nation that feeds
A prostitute paid by the wages of sin
…And a pill, the morning after
Doth help to conceal remnants of she
Broken apart…
Broken…heart stirs regret
And a broken her
Elevates to a pew, front row
To play Wednesday Mass
Slip silent nods to a homily
That alas, condemns her soul
And bold reception of cold ashes
Have sealed patches of innocence…broken in
…and broken down.

Copyright © 2009 by Brandon Sandy