First Ceremony
First Ceremony You lie a novice on my bed delightful, earthy, mild. You appear to sleep and I’m beside myself when my hands unfold their poverty on your hair. I find you naked, I am myself naked, amazed, a shimmer, wretched, and soft. What can I do blinded and mute. Bewildered? You keep your gaze ferocious, hungry devouring the dark, your sex wet and hurting with the memory of your first ejaculation, your lips no longer in need of the child you were. Your way of being licks me like a dog, a wild horse. Your navel makes my head rotate. I tend my hand towards your thighs and blow by blow they separate, and meet, and turn into a fiery gap in turmoil on the bed sheet. Take me, kneel, and separate, come back, hurtle, howl. All of a sudden you slit my darkness and rain inside me!