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
Copyright © Caroline Roberts | Year Posted 2006
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