BEAUTIFUL PAIN
- Dark Poets Club
- Nov 19
- 1 min read
By John Metcalfe
Savage burns
From your tongue of fire.
Chest torn,
my flesh beneath your nails.
This is how I thrive,
stripped and bound
to a bed of thorns,
long hair screwed into a snarl,
laughter dripping with my blood.
Christ! How I love you!
This torture, this rapture,
this beautiful pain.