Jewels

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)