The poetry & poetic prose of Brandon Gene Petit

Something of a Gem

Something of a Gem

I weep at your beauty, cringe at your wrath

Unnerved by your stare, relieved at your laugh

I bring you taboos at your every call

My legs in your chains, I stumble and fall

You quiver my kiss, I wince at your hand

I serve at your side with a frond for a fan

Your bed is a coffin of velvets and furs

I fancy your heel has a poisonous spur

A javelin into my heart you incline

On newly slain prey by the fireplace dine

I weep at your beauty, cringe at your wrath

But I shall not choose… an alternate path

© 2010 Brandon Gene Petit

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