Splash

Hook, line and sinker I fell,
was caught, enmeshed.
Fishhook snared on the soft palate.

The barbed lure,
bitter… Sweet? Pain.
All a bit S/M for what I had in mind.

What can you expect though?
When all we ever did was
talk barbed words,
hooking into flesh –
teeth bite.

I was hooked, a hooker
captured me, selling herself
at my cost. I her pimp
to use and amuse,

floundering, painfully out of my depth,
got thrown back into the water –
Plenty more fish in the sea, love.

(c) Liz Willows 2000