Awakening Thirsts

Swirling leaves in limpid pools of oiled patinas
Slivered morsels, kernels of
Almond coloured bits
The silent sounds of leather
The crashing grunts of Bamboo
Polished varnished
Shafted like rays of vapid sunlight
Scattered, pewtered and fallen.

Dismembered He found her mind
Disembowelled He took her pride
Traced the liquid lines
Down on her spine
Stepped steeped steppes
Of waving blades
Together He wove fragrant
Bushels of glowing pearls

Night cast sloughed cares
Weighted looks, glanced figures
Those He took , those He made
Etched carved runeiformed

Come see My etchings took on
A new meaning as
He sharpened his blades.
She saw, she thirsted,
She slaked her hungers slowly

Lovingly.