Periodicity
Periodicity
The pages moan with ecstasy
As the nib works its way through it gently
The motion incomprehensible
Devoid of monotony
Moving faster now, showing its libido
Claiming the pages to its harem
The pages too surrender voluntarily
Accepting their fate as Jews did
They make sounds now
Declaring their passion
Screeching their entrapment
Reaching climax
And then the pace dulls
The slaves give in
To the whims of the master
They feel hurt, feel used
Experience the pain with the master’s
Imprints pinned all over them
And then they smile
For their memory is a bit skewed
Past exploitations vanish as the new exploitations begin
Living a woman’s dream