He looked at me with eyes

Stolen from a creature not yet named by Man.

Such an ocular moment

Would last only seconds

And yet my body stayed rooted

To the spot, a slave and servant to what lay

Beneath the flesh, of a tease that I refused

To acknowledge.

He was here, among the glassy eyes,

Searching for someone, thing,

A possible reason for his own existence.

Never has the desire to fall on my knees

Ever been stronger – shall he think me weak

And unacceptable of this gift?

Black, like ravens, are warmer to the touches

Under my fingers; I dare not lick the

Sheen from them. His sweat shall poison me.

Within his arms are oceans, of waters

Created and destroyed everyday,

Calling me like a vengeful Siren;

No sailor am I.

This, then, is the time to surrender all

And dream, lest I forget ho****>

19 May 2008