Not quite mythic enough…
…for the Goddess Series, that is.
Wild Hunt: Variation
Barbed wire, strawberry kiss,
Heady sips of dark wine
As the moon tracks the sun
Like a patient hunter;
Arrows loosed without aim
Pierce the Cupid’s Bow
Of your smile-
-Sweet huntress
Am I to be tamed, kept
Like a pet, a play-thing?
The sensation of touch:
A collar and choke-chain,
Chocolate liqueur taste
Of slavery, indeed,
For this love-
-Warrior
Queen who vanquished my might
With a glance and a wink
Between satin bedsheets;
The passionfruit of your
nipples, tongue-ringed and flush,
The first wave, shock troops, breeze
before gale, citrus zest gate
Held by Maenads and
Lions, all of whom are
Ferocious and hungry.
It is your will, Lady,
That spares me. It is you
That is spared: solace found
In the unknown spices
Of surrender to your
Self, self-imposed desire
Filled, wanting stilled as the
Sweat of sex slowly dries.
The tired moon tracks the sun
Like a patient hunter:
No chain stronger than love.