On
the curve of the earth
arcs away from you
toward the coming day.
You have become
the joining
Sun and sensuality
light emanating
from within
and without
And I
a menhir
raised in adulation
leaning towards you
ancient
runic inclinations
rope across
the time-smoothed surface of
my skin
Come
to me
Through the Sarsen circle
you wend in
a naked sacrifice
A garland in your hair
a sceptre
to grace thy fine bone fingers
a copper ring
for anticipation
a golden torc
to catch my tongue
2 comments:
oh yeah, love this. I have all sorts of romantic notions about Salisbury and Stonehenge, sun worshipping and ancient rites. This really buys into them. Cool
Thankyou Moon *smile*
It was part of a challenge to write something sexy, and this is my attempt, I don't seem to do sex poetry all that well really lol.
I must be repressed *grins*
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