I arrive – quickly turning bedroom from Rome to Alexandria.
Skin up, pop a cork to dilute our blood with Bollinger.
Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer,
goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.
“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*
Coiling concubine – arabesque around your thighs
to nourish exotic fantasy. Arching precision that brushstrokes
sorcery onto chest and fever the soft hair below your belly.
Teasing out your sacred melancholy, never leaving each others gaze.
“There’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.”*
Your angel, your nemesis – drip feeding you decadence.
I’m watching your concentration, my inspiration a Sahara
of aspiration as you write. You listen only to your own thoughts
while I triumph in cruel comfort of living the low life with you.
“O! my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten”.*
Montage of limb upon limb, we snuggle idle – licking, mewling
as Persian kittens wrapped in each others paws.
Your kingdom falls into a Nile of our new found innocence
equating to divine forever. Content and wonderfully misspent.
“Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows bent”.*
Keeping temple open – you compulsively worship through Sunday.
Seductive flush of an asp’s curse onto suburban empire.
Leaving a purulent wound, I scratch hieroglyphics on your back.
Your fallen one, juxtapose all shades of crimson and gold. I leave.
© Katypoetess 2013
Antony and Cleopatra – Shakespeare *