Pandora's opening her box
and what flies away with the dawn
is no simpler than mere lust and fancy...
catechisms sung in the dark
hips resting on thighs resting on legs resting on
you resting on me
and confusion as the opening is unravelled
to expose the deft touch of my lover's
fingers;
underneath the spying moon
her hands wander past and through
my opening
my wanderings
all fade away when she touches me
there, just there
stroking the softest way she can
circles and ringlets like dancing
beams on smooth lakes
only the water is much deeper here.
The dunes turn red with the heat
and the earth shudders as I tumble down the apex
legs quivering
arms reaching, clawing at the stones
hot liquid gushing in a harmony so refined as to
humble even the most auspicious of saints....
a finale to end all,
be all
and it all happened in the rose garden
of the gods.
(c) Trinity Wolf
