my Lover is an early Spring night.
on this countenance have
the stars set their stares.
she is candlelight reflections
on your soap slick back, ransacked
by mirroring droplets of water.
i will rouse her from rest
and bring her to my side, rib to
rib, legs twisted. skin on skin.
a cobweb of carmine strands,
left tarnished by the Adulteress’
cords. bound tightly in knots at the end.
at the end of all things, there is
still she, naked in bouncing bands
of wick burnt sunlight. succumbed
to herself. resigned to give away
soul separated skin, inside, lightless.
surrendered to a man such as me.
and what is surrendered becomes spoils.