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.
Transformed anew.
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.