Lopped
I thereby pledged to leave alone
endeavors bound for ills, my own
to worship at your fleshly throne
and bow before your pleasures
their ends, quite at your leisures
oh all my prayers are met, replete
while fawning honors at your feet
ten hot-pink piggies, soft ‘n’ sweet
lined straight as little misses
kept clean for courtly kisses
I'm just a jester - scoundrel, true
one foolish fool for moonlite, blue
when daubed upon the husk of you
pearled garland for your bedding
to naughty knots, we're heading
yet while I worship yours, all-in
and fan our friction, skin-to-skin
you call another's name (with sin)
and perfect passion molders
so cleaving, as it smoulders ...
this fool's head ... from his shoulders.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 11, 2022
( photograph taken by Gregory R Barden )
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