I am an altar on which to spread your length
flesh and soft take me in your teeth
an offering, splayed and wide
a hot invite
a worthy sacrifice
a beckoning
an easy conquest?
but for the riot asked of you
to bleed your ancient pain
release from all mundane
lids tremble
gleaming slit
a challenge
to ride the channel
from dark beauty perfumed dirt
arse to heart
at the risk of
breaking
glass
you
palm my solar plexus
and wind your fervent speaking through bars of windmill mind
brave and serpentine
the shaking and pleading
the pantomime
of
ego
in exchange
for
her
receptivity
her
internal universe
her
rising tidal groan
on a wave of relentless heat
Silver Poetry 