Molten copper, red and gold,
In rivulets, cascading over her sleeping face,
And, across the plains of my chest, snaking, they flow.
With every breath, the land swells, and the rivers sway.
Deep in the earth my heartbeats quake,
And I prey to God she does not wake
From her dream.
“Give me one more minute”, let her stay,
One more second, is not asking much,
For a whole day I've spent away.
Let me watch the curve of her lips,
The shadows on her arm,
The sun in her hair, and feel warm,
When I touch her back with my fingertips.
Let me trace the valley of her spine,
One more time.
(One more time)
Lightly so as not to excite, but that I might
Feel and believe this bliss of mine.
This bliss is real.
The beat, beat, beat, in her breast
Sends jolts of pleasure like waves over me.
They engulf me, and shake the foundation of my faith.
(Could this be God in my arms?)
The beat, beat, beat, like battering rams,
Against the four gates of prudence,
As a roar in my ribs gathers like a storm.
Where the caged beast that abates, and is grudgingly still,
Craves the flesh and pines for the thrill,
As it gnashes its teeth on the chains of my will.
“Wake her. Take her.” It growls.
“One more time.
"Taste her flesh, drink her breath,
"One more time,
"Bite her neck.
"Rake her back with my claws
"One more time.”
My eyes dance across her skin,
Tracing the migration of autumn birds,
On warmer winds,
Chasing the salty air,
To that familiar unknown.
"When was it, that you last fed?
"Loosen these bracelets and I'll save us both."
The smell of burnt matches,
Sulphur and wax, hangs in the air.
"You need not hunger" my striped ward adds
"Heed my advice and you will dine together.
"You and I."
Once more I draw breath.
Deep, and slow, life's flow back
Into me lifts the veil of dreams,
I see my bare chest,
And the beast is gone.
In rivulets, cascading over her sleeping face,
And, across the plains of my chest, snaking, they flow.
With every breath, the land swells, and the rivers sway.
Deep in the earth my heartbeats quake,
And I prey to God she does not wake
From her dream.
“Give me one more minute”, let her stay,
One more second, is not asking much,
For a whole day I've spent away.
Let me watch the curve of her lips,
The shadows on her arm,
The sun in her hair, and feel warm,
When I touch her back with my fingertips.
Let me trace the valley of her spine,
One more time.
(One more time)
Lightly so as not to excite, but that I might
Feel and believe this bliss of mine.
This bliss is real.
The beat, beat, beat, in her breast
Sends jolts of pleasure like waves over me.
They engulf me, and shake the foundation of my faith.
(Could this be God in my arms?)
The beat, beat, beat, like battering rams,
Against the four gates of prudence,
As a roar in my ribs gathers like a storm.
Where the caged beast that abates, and is grudgingly still,
Craves the flesh and pines for the thrill,
As it gnashes its teeth on the chains of my will.
“Wake her. Take her.” It growls.
“One more time.
"Taste her flesh, drink her breath,
"One more time,
"Bite her neck.
"Rake her back with my claws
"One more time.”
My eyes dance across her skin,
Tracing the migration of autumn birds,
On warmer winds,
Chasing the salty air,
To that familiar unknown.
"When was it, that you last fed?
"Loosen these bracelets and I'll save us both."
The smell of burnt matches,
Sulphur and wax, hangs in the air.
"You need not hunger" my striped ward adds
"Heed my advice and you will dine together.
"You and I."
Once more I draw breath.
Deep, and slow, life's flow back
Into me lifts the veil of dreams,
I see my bare chest,
And the beast is gone.
