dichotomous
07/28/08, 09:46 AM
Her mind quakes
To the strokes of an invisible god.
She is at his mercy,
Yet denies his every touch.
A neck with sharp decline travels sublimely
Downward,
Curving with the grace he has wrought
She wears the fraying threads of the final artist,
Letting his fickle movements play her bittersweet anthem
Gently
Boldly
She is the wanton hollow he fills
With trembling fingers
Giving only what he wants
But never
What she needs
Falling to his shoulder
Her soul trembling
With orgasmic harmonies
Knowing only a muted note
Among childish symphonies
To the strokes of an invisible god.
She is at his mercy,
Yet denies his every touch.
A neck with sharp decline travels sublimely
Downward,
Curving with the grace he has wrought
She wears the fraying threads of the final artist,
Letting his fickle movements play her bittersweet anthem
Gently
Boldly
She is the wanton hollow he fills
With trembling fingers
Giving only what he wants
But never
What she needs
Falling to his shoulder
Her soul trembling
With orgasmic harmonies
Knowing only a muted note
Among childish symphonies