My Wild Petal
Born of love and lust a wild petal in natures play.
She skipped with frenzied fun along the street
where her stripped smile stole her lovers desire.
She loved me for a moment scorching my heart,
my mind, my body, my soul in awe and fire.
To freedom’s choir her fist stretched out,
touching its cascading waters that cooled
the pervading fire, that spread in roaring flames,
stoking her bloods inferno through passionate veins.
In her dance’s wake I lost my heart’s longing.
Its tempted core lay in the sandy dust dying.
An infinite moment devoid of a desire to live.
Searching my tortured soul with liquid eyes,
reaching out with a fragile hand of lust,
she caressed me lovingly, healing all with one
delicious kiss from her tender lips. Her moist
residue, faded in an arid dew as she drifted
absently within her mind of dreams, as I
watched in tears, her slip from my embrace.
She was the delicate yarn of a spiders web.
Her naked body of silk thread spun with care.
Bent and moved by the gentlest of winds yet
her mind stood stoic against the strongest of gales.
Any wind of adventure could blow her away to
float far above the common design of man.
With her crazed gait in platform boots
each step wilted her pain, to light the path
upon that eternal voyage where she drifted that day.
Her hands held the oars that lead her to
that distant destination unknown, where
the craziness languished deep inside of her,
with dancing arms outstretched for her embrace.
(C) Frank McGivney 2014