Wearing Your Chiton

Adrift and abandoned within this tethered paradise

In secret

The moments measured by culmination delayed

Not once and for the two

And still not twice

A good ear being given to the wicked this night ’stead to the wise

But for forever if such were the sparkle of her starry diadem prize

As I navigate this addicting paradox of,

Aimlessly staying afloat upon the waves of your oft forgotten ocean

Engrossed in the undulant movement of your sloped Athens

If at dawn I were told to taste of your dusk and black market Moscatel

In secret

To languish in its taboo place, taut treatise, and musky smell

How could I deny you

This request at any price

And the pleasure that normalcy sometimes limits or denies

To plumb the depths of Dzonot Tu Ha with an intrusive Leviathan

Entranced love inside the southern sinew and backwards glove

Draped only in the forever longing of your Lair like Chiton’s constriction

While as the tide nears your coast and you bemused, become verbose by these actions

And profess to me with urgency your need and eagerness to receive my love