Wednesday, July 11, 2012

mute incantations

eve at her altar

eve
leaves
him

to take
a shower

out
there
in
the rain

he
sits
fidgety

anticipating
allured by
athirst for
the aqua fragrance
in her hair

he
needs
her

to
nurture
himself

eating
her
with his nostrils
she,
his supper

he
fills his
belly
with
her

minty
dew filled
scent

and
as he does

her expressions
turn
shades
darker

he
devours
her

as
one
does
a poem
feverishly
recite

eve
lay
there
before him
diddering

this
day
eve
tempestuously
turns

into
night