You have the feel of a beautiful woman’s skin,
slippy and sensuous, my hands gliding
effortlessly as though, beyond lust or reason, this
were always their destination.
But it’s when I lift your small compact body
and undo you that you reveal your unmarred
perfection, so that I gaze upon your fine lines
and curves as if you were the beginning of the world.
Now, I come to use you for the purpose you
were made, your blood spilling my clumsy
inadequate words onto virginal white vellum.
24 Jan. 10
© Mark F Chaddock