Ecstasy
His discipline
was her most
desired mercy.
He subdued
and elated her
simultaneously.
He affronted
her with exquisite
hedonism.
She kept him
with sacrilegious
possession.
Reminiscent
of a memory,
she was yet
to treasure.
In their intimacy
he humiliated her,
until she learnt
humility.
Unfounded –
they remained unfound.
In ecstasy.
© Katypoetess 2015
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 14th Nov 2015 12:30
Splendid poem, bold, honest and luminous. The stanza about 'humility' is superb. Surely there are many kinds of 'conflict' enjoyed by both partners; and we bring to such a poem as this only what we actually know or secretly imagine.
I think you are a great poet, Katy.