He was my votary, the sun even then in his hair,
the dark muscle made of shadow and stone.
I immersed him in my gaze, let breath flood out
as I murmured his name;
ripples moved in a tender breeze.
He had amber skin, dusty and coarse,
the shade of his bulk stretched above me.
I let my voice wet his ears, poured my mouth
along the smooth ravine of his neck;
a gourd vine stretched along the ground.
He put his palm, muddy and dark,
on the small of my neck and drew me in.
I bathed in his breath, my hands swam the long
berm of his thigh into the rushes and hawthorns;
the water lapped against the shore.
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u r very talented.
Thank you. That means a lot.
Made me think of this:
Atargatis
He was my votary, the sun even then in his hair,
the dark muscle made of shadow and stone.
I immersed him in my gaze, let breath flood out
as I murmured his name;
ripples moved in a tender breeze.
He had amber skin, dusty and coarse,
the shade of his bulk stretched above me.
I let my voice wet his ears, poured my mouth
along the smooth ravine of his neck;
a gourd vine stretched along the ground.
He put his palm, muddy and dark,
on the small of my neck and drew me in.
I bathed in his breath, my hands swam the long
berm of his thigh into the rushes and hawthorns;
the water lapped against the shore.
That’s stunning. Thank you.
You are welcome. Thank you for the kind words.