Delicate warrior,
I honor you tonight.
Vaguely tame the lion in your heart.
Lips so meaningful, I touch them years later,
specimens so soft, a fallen tear.
Fainting inside myself, swallowing hard,
wandered foolishly,
I'll lick instead thighs,
I'll follow to the grave,
skin.
Forbidden, my night time grace.
Asshole: where were you hiding?
Precious as a stone, the moon reflects only breasts,
-- the perfect spot of cupid's bow.
Satisfaction,
the arrow has perfect aim.
August,
a new man may come eating meat right from the bone.
Trust him, his power and his work.
Thick.
Not afraid, so move into, overlap with my own.
However broken,
came purity,
the shyness,
a glow.
Lover,
I am waiting, overflowed.
Flying, I seek all of you between another --
I can't take it.
Body evaporate so our souls are now light.
-Jenna Kennedy/ Valerie Massie
Photo: 'Fragment of the Face of a Queen', Dynasty 18, yellow jasper, on display at The Met in NYC
