Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Chalice and the Warrior

diverting scent of man long grown musty,
husked caress ended abruptly on skin
aching
to be turned, molded,
quenched
with masculine handling.
This divine feminine mollusk
spirals outward
grasping at the hasps of the man,
unbuttoning bladed intentions,
slithering silently into belly,
tentacles breaching the heart,
palpating a beat that speaks the truth,
the emotion of this male beast.
Arms retract, chalice intact,
fortified by this warrior's surrender,
a piercing light, sun strong.  

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