Thursday, October 2, 2014

Apolonio Forged

 
                        Apolonio Forged
                           

He is the sword forged from starlit cascade,
luster raised, core heat, and fiery shine.

Black flame stoked copper embers, poured
slick to form his mineral strength: desire.

How he stands regal, a body of celestial
elements with eyes spun from  sun—

he knows—in the blade of him
is our core, our trust, our final hope.

Unassuming bravery, he’s drawn
at the ready, gleam in his eye. Here,

let his black silk strands lash you;
put hot cheek to his saber shine.

Rise and dip from sun-tipped plane
to strong-jawed percussion. Taste

security as desire moans up you, lips
bedding his so pliant in their demand.

Your breast along his central ridge pulses;
tongue seeks coarsened chin, the concave

that slides you down the corded strength
of a neck, satin sheathed, to withstand

your hungry bite. We’re subjects, supplicant
in our need, fingers eyes mouths beholden

to him—kneeling at sword point, to tongue
the sculpted bevels, polished contours,

sword-slick drawing us to the tip.