Dark Benediction

Darkness coats me as I kneel upon this cold stone.
Eyes held closed, head bowed to spill unbound hair
over smooth pale shoulders, bared to the candle's
fickle, teasing light.

Silence adds another shroud as I wait in stillness.
Perhaps one, seeing me so, would think I am but
another of the marble nudes that surround this
dark, false altar.

Time burns unnoticed, except by the candle's slow death.
Until at last I can not help but hear the whisper
of cloth against cloth, and know you are behind me now
watching, weighing me.

I feel the air stirring from your graceful movements.
And yet I am stone, a marble maiden in supplication
who must fight the pull I feel to lean into your arms
wanting, and trembling.

Your murmur to me is in a voice of dark crushed velvet.
The teasing softness of your breathy growl raises
fine hairs along my delicate skin and your words go
unheard, but understood.

In answer, I can do nothing but break this weighty silence.
One arm lifts, exposing a slim wrist above me as I nod
in submission to the undeniable desire you light
within, to consume.

My own reply is softer than your spoken request to me.
But unneeded in face of the offering I now provide
for your delight and mine as well, I bid you take and
claim, to taste.

The hand you place upon my head is welcome weight indeed.
And the one that pulls me to my feet is just as cold
and colorless as the sculptures that dance now by
candlelight, now dying.

Dark benediction is granted in somber words and movements.
Upon the silk draped chantry I arrange myself guided only
by the look of passion deep within your eyes and my own
debased, immoral desires.

At last I find acceptance and perfection reflected in your gaze.
But find it harder not to pull away or conversely reach out
to guide you closer when you join me upon the crimson
silk, covered pedestal.

The baritone of your blessing blends into my soft throaty cries.
I find it impossible to reply as you move within me with agonizing
deep slowness that lifts my voice higher when I dissolve
finally, in ecstasy.

Demanding yet gentle touches on my neck force my chin to lift.
And the final thing I have longed for so long comes with
sudden and expected fury to complete me in a way I dreamt of
yet, am unprepared.