Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am disheveled with you.
Your hands reclaim my body,
your mouth pours rain and sky into mine
gently you spread my legs to receive you
and your words take me
again
and again.
I am undone in your poem.

You are cruel in your sophistry. I am a beggar
and a whore on your shore, lapping the
silence between us with the desire that stoned
me into submission, your willing chela,
my Love. Ruthless, you abandon me
to ecstasy and I am freed from your tyranny.


~A

wonderful language....a rich quilt spread over my cold ears.....great title as well