Own it, a poem

lamp light abruptly shut
Still feels like it is burning
through the web of eyelids
scarred as they are
with the moon woman's tears

When is something broken enough,
a mountain crumbles into rock-
into pebbles- into gravel
and grit- ground to dust
under the soft shoes of the adventurers

With their converse, and their jeans.
like me,
with cotton tee shirt, skinny jeans
and my beautiful belt
black leather scent
and the clink of the buckle
as it is pulled
tightly together
a bolt with a bell, thrust through
strapped in tension
like a endless handshake
Intentions
like howling hunting songs of wolves
with breath laced in beer
and bite of mint lips, eyes, lips

the ring on your finger
with that image of a Goddess
there is a story behind it
there always is
ache of fire like ginger
shallow hollow
all elbow and knees
places to rub
in the ash, with a thumb

garlands of flowers
around your neck
holding the shadows of your throat
head thrown back
ethereal halo hair
streaming like water falling
from the sink faucet
I will wash the dirt from you
dirty girl
‘show yourself to me’
eyes, lips, breasts ache
hips, thighs, overflowing
lips, again the eyes
your raw wood splinters
covert conceptual
ribs are thorns
and bruises bloom like amethyst hearts
or is it bruised heart
amethyst tongues of flame
blossom, petals,wicked buds
crush the muse
until her perfume suffuses the air
satiates like a bullet
sink in sync instinct
sting salve save
‘Own it’ they say
the sexual aura I wear casually
like a cloak
a steel blue-blade gaze
so new, I left the tags on
Oh I will