like a grape

if we were ever to have sex
you would be sure to be
degraded unimaginably

gagged, bound and
blindfolded, (all with duct tape)
you'd be lucky to breathe

each tiny cell of you
wrung out like a plucked grape
stomped dry for merlot

if all you feel is searing pain
and all you lose is blood
consider yourself fortunate

afterwards, you may not
be able to walk, speak,
or operate heavy machinery

 

(c) 2004 j baugher