Rough Sex

This master of dance forms Led not by tender grasp of hand. A clutch of hair pulled back, offering ivory throat Began the waltz. Arms around your neck...embracing? No! Hanging on For fear, of falling falling leaves equinox trees Through his window show ballet of gold and red and brown Color never so real and loud til pleasant pain shocked her Yin/Yang cold fusion Persephone went down Submitting to autumn smoky death Sailing back to life on spring rivers Fluid alchemy borne of violent thrust Overlord Prince Master Holding, taking Harder, faster Teeth to breast Nails to flesh Curve to line So becomes the Androgyne