Alabaster Sheen

A white, translucent alabaster sheen.
Deceptively, it hid the many means
of torture in the pain of every day.
Uncontrolled, the seeds of lust
had always been obscene.

Invisible, the powers of the mind.
Unthinkable, the evil of divine.
Worn and broken words were spoken.
Repetitions on the family vine.
He reached again. The bottle of
cheap gin had emptied out.
Another bout of feeling all the grime.

Amid the white, translucence
of an alabaster sheen.
Deceptively, it hid the many means
of torture in the pain of every day.
Uncontrolled, the seeds of lust
had always been obscene
without the love of heart
to guide them home...

? Michaelette ?

4/26/2003
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