She Held Him
she held him
to her breast
like every man
before him
he was cleaved
his life
to hers
her nipple
pulsed
to the certainty
of a trusted
heartbeat
the
flow
safe
almost as
safe
as the sacred
womb space
he had been
expelled from
that place
he yearned
to return to
as life
began to
feel
less a womb
and more
a tomb
he found the
fountain
that would
medicate
replicate
inundate him
with a calm
to soothe
his restless
soul
but time took
the fullness away
milk soured
and
love decayed
she promised
she would
always stay
in greyness
in absence
in the reflection
of a hollow stare
it was
passion on trial
devotion at stake
primal hunger
that would
supplicate
and still
she held him
to his
eventual fate
cleaved
and fused
in the fold
of her
embrace
he would die here
if he could
in lust and
longing
and wondered
if he should
leave this place.
Copyright © Joseph Adler | Year Posted 2017
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