Appetites

Sleepy gnarls
.....she roused His stupor......
whence came she and how....
Souls are touched and find themselves again
....eons passed and they roamed the expanse....
seemingly again and again
...Ever did He stay and watch...
Those crashing breakers and deep drifts
....centred and plundered
Her eyes open and His sunken....
The clouds wheeled and scudded in lazy trails
...as embers coursed over pristine flesh...
Alabaster she was...dusky His own...
Together a nice happenstance
blue devilled and yolks undone
....He ate ...again and again....
because she Fed him always.