X: Rhombus Confesses

Rhombus Confesses

The Bishop,
corpulent and sweating
from the heat on the effort
rolls from the slim, pale form below
and gags for breath
his mind still filled
with the incense of orgasm.
Relieved now of his weight,
the lawyer lifts her face from the pillow
to breath deeply
holding onto the pain of his entry
even as it dissipates.

Rhombus, standing at the foot of the bed,
pulls on his cigarette
and admires the way her buttocks
shine in the light of the altar candle
reflected in their mixed sweat.
He studies the straightness of her spine
the perfect shape of her back,
and even over the pungent smoke
he breathes in the scent of their sex
as he listens to the echoes of the Bishop's grunts
and the lawyers gasps of pain
or excitement.

"bless me father, for I have sinned"

Not knowing where the words come from
the Bishop listens
to the confession in his head
trying to shake off the revulsion
that claws at his throat.
He fingers the silver cross
that hangs upon his naked chest
taking comfort from its borrowed warmth,
and banishes the unwelcome words.

Repulsed by the Bishop,
Rhombus steps back into the mirror
still admiring the glint on the chains
that hold the naked lawyer
spread-eagled face down on the bed,
and the red teeth marks on her skin
that glow with irony
until they are eclipsed by the Bishop's bulk
and his searching hand climbing up her leg.
Her stifled scream
echoes through the mirror.

The mattress starts to smoulder
where the unextinguished cigarette
was carefully placed.