black words, white paper
black shadow, white snow
black and white film
erotic picture show

his black heart beats
on my snow-white skin
the pain I know, calling again
open the door, let him in

he holds every card
so give up, give in
this game we’ve been playing
let go, let him win

for as time passes
his entreaties grow
and i’d rather be hurt
by the devil i know

~ kei

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  1. Karin, I visit you often. You always speak to my heart and your gentle consistent encouragement to me is appreciated. Re: this poem. The last stanza- Pow! I love it. Thanks for continuing to share your journey.

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