Sunday, March 20, 2011

Elizabeth Bound

The velvet collar tightens around her neck
she shivers
mouth slack

Lover makes warm laps around her aureole
until elizabeth becomes a senseless dishrag
wet and limp
in silent anticipation

Each time the collar is tightened a notch
elizabeth parts her legs
hips swooshing further up; an owner-less kite carried away
by a wild wind

As she quietly shatters into night's folds
lover slips the rose petals moist with elizabeth's rain
into elizabeth's soft mouth



  1. Sweet Bard, I do hope you will contribute
    to this journal. You poetry is a perfect fit.