Her Onyx
.
Greek she is
Yes
in reality
And as I crossed
The threshold of the abode
In which she entertains
sensationally
with no calm
her onyx
from beginning to end
thrash mine mane
and score
mine back
In what manner our wears
Ceased to swathe our
Flesh
I have only this to attest
to bathe did throb
though tender her touch
and to drape myself
took longer
for she
refused
to dress
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2009
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