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,
I'll lick instead thighs,
I'll follow to the grave,
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.
the arrow has perfect aim.
a new man may come eating meat right from the bone.
Trust him, his power and his work.
Not afraid, so move into, overlap with my own.
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