CadenCaden Poem

He moves on all fours,
malevolence igniting fervour,
delicious in his maleness, unrelenting in his pursuit.

He circles me,
bellowing his intent,
stomping out boundaries; ominous warnings fired at other males.

He savours each battle,
bathes in their defeat,
worthy of each bloodied form; deserving of the heart he already possesses.

He captures the sweetness,
conquers with calloused fingers and tender persuasion,
whispering words, beautiful and rapturous. Fracturing me to a kneel.

He makes me feel extraordinarily female,
delicate and tiny,
hiding among sinew, distended veins and protective menace.

He’s unfolding before me,
gentleness seeping from his soul, cleansing; atoning,
this is what makes him beautiful. He’s vulnerable; like me, he’s caught by the heart.

He’s earned the right,
all rights.
Don’t go into battle, you WILL lose,
for we are armed….we are armed with love.

2 thoughts on “He….

    • Thank you, but it’s really lacking. I’ve got to keep reading your work, because it reflects how I feel. Everything touches me that you write. That’s the beauty of what you do. I need to learn that, if its possible to learn such a thing.


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