Monday, 22 February 2016


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 to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)