Hunger Feast

by Shelly Reed
After your image   I improvise
the spiraling of your talon round my calves
charcoal imprints left
in the grotto of my thighs
Swathed in smoke  alloyed oils
you twinge
savage to moist flesh
quintessence of sweet narcotics
I look long at you
regard myself imaginary captive
Half seraph  half mammon
you rear desire
in soft transience of what could be
my nakedness
I  bangled vassal-girl of gentle blood
learn hunger from your loin
thirst from your river-tongue
Scruples fade  plain conviction
that you own a miracle

 2001 Shelly Reed. All rights reserved.