The Stone Voice

The Stone Voice

Dark..strong and deep as if carved from stone
The voice slithers insidiously down my spine
Following the universal path to the very core of all creation
There to vibrate and engorge the velvet lips of my sleeping mouth

A silent voice calls out in hunger
and slowly opens to be fed
and the voice deep in gentle response
Spills forth the milk to nourish

Noisily and without shame the mouth suckles
Taking in each precious drop of the warmth
Feeding from the voice dark and giving..but only so much can be given
And as the last precious spasm subsides, so too the immediate need

For now the pangs have subsided..quiet but not silent
And the soft tender mouth lies in repose
Momentarily satiated but having tasted the sweetness
It is now addicted and the stone voice smiles in anticipation
And knowing satisfaction that it will be called once again to nourish the hunger it has created