Dare I unfurl the banner of my desires
Across stubble fields and barren moor
Or drag it through dew heavy meadows
To hide beneath a willow’s curtain, weeping?
Should I barefoot and pregnant of expectation
Induce grass spears to caress my skin
Or dip them in the sparkling flow
For minnows to feast upon my need?
Might I unravel the beeswax square
That burnished key reveal
Sacred and sanctified with acid tears
Yowled in anguished pride?
Can I, with trembling want
Scrape away the rust of centuries
Absolve myself of all my sins
And crawl, the perfectionist penitent?
Would marble Aphrodite embrace
My undeserving flesh, so fallible
And to her cold-hearted bosom press
To succour and thaw flinted I?
Dare I?
Skittering and sloshing, souwesters and wellingtons.
Windswept and deluged amongst eddying leaves.
Freed to fling ourselves into the soggy morass, to flutter
Apple cheeked; childlike revelling in each step’s splatters.
You and I.
Dare I?
Dare You?
Toasted teacakes and une tasse de thé
Glacial buttery pat oozing its invitation.
Throw another log on the fire; crackles and spits
As we snuggle into the singular armchair and
Raising porcelain to lips, raise our queries.
Dare I?
Dare you?
Fleshy fornicators frolicking into want
Diving desperate into the depths of desire
Glistening and gluttonous,
My humid swamp your succour
Your feast, my everything.
Smearing you about my cheeks
Rosy now with a fresh bloom
As your sickly tang coats my lips
Lipgloss for the undernourished.
Dare I?
Dare you?
And should we dare atop the hearth rug
Flames licking at our fevered skin
Writhing as tormented souls
Cast into the pit of blissful lust
Scissoring and slathering in wild abandonment
As devilled angels murmur.
Dare you?
And if you should dare, should I?
