Beauty and Bones
I once held the most beautiful women.
With collar bones carved by the divine and eyes of the sea.
She once made a throne of me.
Sitting upon my stamen.
Slow and gentle movements.
Grinding her pistil against me like waves upon a strong steep cliff.
Cautiously eroding my landscape.
Changing my figure.
I have been lovingly carved by this women.
Held and whittled.
She took pieces of me with her.
Parts of my strong facade and fragments of my deeply secured heart.
I took pieces of her.
Drinking in her waters and bathing in her moisture.
Lying wet and naked, glistening in the sun.