Dorsum Oppel
May 12th, 2010, 07:50 PM
In a room of earthen floor, shelved
with bottles large and small of lightning
long frozen, I fell in love.
And with the most radiant and golden women
to ever tred our shared ground.
Soft brown fur, like a coat of humble,
oak eyes, yet like a lake of bronze
and oh, the womens muzzle...
a work of perfectly sculpted art.
Ears always prepared to listen,
in case a muse dance through our room.
In the room of paper suns,
after passing of new lady,
we wed.
She rubbed her face onto mine,
hand in paw we whispered our vows.
I gave her a gift; a necklace
of lions teeth flowers.
Small virtues of our mother,
in the form of monumental life.
My hand grazed her neck,
and she lowered her face into my arm,
and took the first bite.
As she chewed and swallowed,
our first vow of love shot down into her body.
We occupied the same space in
our own multiverse of deep particles.
With her second bite, a promise to faith.
My neck ran down her throat,
my leg rest in the cove of her stomach.
With the third, we toast to fertility.
As each union of teeth to flesh passed,
we made a covenant.
Beauty, truth, enlightenment.
Universal abundance, healing.
With each touch,
we became the same person,
same being,
one lover.
-credit et moi
with bottles large and small of lightning
long frozen, I fell in love.
And with the most radiant and golden women
to ever tred our shared ground.
Soft brown fur, like a coat of humble,
oak eyes, yet like a lake of bronze
and oh, the womens muzzle...
a work of perfectly sculpted art.
Ears always prepared to listen,
in case a muse dance through our room.
In the room of paper suns,
after passing of new lady,
we wed.
She rubbed her face onto mine,
hand in paw we whispered our vows.
I gave her a gift; a necklace
of lions teeth flowers.
Small virtues of our mother,
in the form of monumental life.
My hand grazed her neck,
and she lowered her face into my arm,
and took the first bite.
As she chewed and swallowed,
our first vow of love shot down into her body.
We occupied the same space in
our own multiverse of deep particles.
With her second bite, a promise to faith.
My neck ran down her throat,
my leg rest in the cove of her stomach.
With the third, we toast to fertility.
As each union of teeth to flesh passed,
we made a covenant.
Beauty, truth, enlightenment.
Universal abundance, healing.
With each touch,
we became the same person,
same being,
one lover.
-credit et moi