Poem 2016 / 024

Moon Pie

Let me find the secrets

hidden in the folds of your skin,

the buttercup pollen along the line of your scapula

and the faded daist petals

in the shallow cave of your ankle bone.

A lake of tears in the suprasternal hollow

brushed by the line of red snail trail

left as my lips immerse in salt.

A single wiry hair pokes proud

from your areola. You catch a breath

as I grasp it between my teeth and pull.

Your nipple hardens, the skin around it puckering

a princess waiting for the frog's embrace.

The sweet scent of you released with folded knees

corded muscle down the back of your legs

rope-created caverns as I lick the sweat

from the backs of your knees

and in the darkness

the strength of your fingers gripping my hair

pulling, pulling me upwards to the tidal cavern,

to drink from the chalice of life.

Put away your resurrection fantasies

for I have found the Grail.