It was his to give,
but
hers to receive as she
wished:
whether her heels
spurred him to
pulse his risk against
her
not-quite-redundant
cervix; or
spurt with a strangled
cry,
each drop a new
vertebra up her spine;
or as now to
adorn her torso with
jewels finer than
anything he could
possibly afford to buy.
(Image used by kind permission of
Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The
poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)
