Benediction
He was her all black and blue
He was her every backward move
Bitten lips, sugar swollen tongues
unable to breathe, only to succumb
Wild-rose rush, indecorous release
bewildered by being hostage beneath
Afterwards, he whispers her to him:
“You are so loved,
you are so loved.”
© Katypoetess 2015
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 22nd Oct 2015 17:04
Some lovely lines, Katy, full of fine imagery and internal assonance, to bring to life your thoughts. And they do 'breathe'.