To Sin

It was on that large open floor
That sin was questioned
For as the hopeful youth danced-

Just so innocently
A strange sense of foreboding beckoned
For in nights of deep questioning

Many fought a battle so innate
That even in their pleasure
They were disturbed-

By their desire
To feel wanted or rather needed
By whomever they wished-

Not based on stratifications of old men
As deluded as the contrived justifications
They so wholeheartedly perpetuated

For in those dark nights
When he laid gazing deep
Into the hazel eyes of the man he loved-

A young man grew
To more than the conceited concepts
Of a world so self-radicalized-

That the love he shared
Was all he had left
Beyond the body that had been beaten-

And tarnished with the bruises
Of bashful men so eager
To perpetuate the suffering-

That left them unable to feel any love.

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To Seduce

I can sit contented by the subtle scent
Of his musk as it fills the room
For in it I know I can find a comfort-

So unwavering
That with every thrust
I feel his love deep within me

As if all I was or ever could be
Is an object to be controlled
By the hands of a brute beast-

Whose intentions
Were merely to fill me with the fire
That exists in the rugged hands

That wrap so slowly around my neck
As he thrusts harder against his object
An object so willingly his-

That even as his arms wrap ever tighter
Only pleasure can be derived
From a submission so enduring-

That climax is just a part of the seduction.

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Biography

Anthony R. Salandy is a mixed-race poet & writer whose work tends to focus on social inequality throughout late-modern society. Anthony travels frequently and has spent most of his life in Kuwait jostling between the UK & America. Anthony’s work has been published 86 times internationally. Anthony has 1 published chapbook titled ‘The Great Northern Journey’.
Twitter/Instagram: @anthony64120