All the Sheep Will Whimper

frankieonfire By frankieonfire, 18th Jan 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1dfb8ulo/
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“With you, I am the wolf and the sheep-
With you I am a lion and it’s ness..
Feral lives inside me formed of
Cats and rats, wild and untamed
Predator and prey.”
She shimmers and the colors swirl about her..

Take Off Your Cross

“Take off your cross.” she says to the Sheppard
As his pelvis pushes her against a thrown blanket
She pushes back and rises
“Take it off.”

Atop plush grass on rolling hilltop
His hand rises to his neck
And holds it in his fist.

His rise of Martyrdom is the plight of millions..
Their names are never sung through the halls
Erected in his name.
Their children never claimed.

Her hands under the shoulders of his cloak
She pulls it off
Her fingers sweeping the cloth
“Don’t hold onto the promise of that embrace,
Don’t be so simple! You were told and now you yearn for it.
Its touch was supposed to be like silk! And instead
It’s like this wool- itchy
And in your allergy it cracks your skin and hives redden and welt
All over you. That is the sin! There is no room for that inside you!”


A penalty of corruption and rape and greed and the
Charred flesh of little girls
Shoved behind a curtain of piety and moral compass and
Footprints beside you.
His body they feed to seagulls
And like your lambs they shiver and shake
As they catch the scent of wolves
Carried on mountain breath.



I A M T H A T W O L F!
I am the package left to haunt you
I am the sin they ward against.
Her hands pull free the ribbons in her hair
And betwixt the breezes touch- auburn tresses glitter
From freckled shoulders her dress drops..
“In this monotheist nation- they would burn me.
Take off your cross.”


His eyes touch hers then quickly look away.
She reaches and touching
His cheek whispers..
“Would you burn me? Take my breath away beneath moonlit clouds?
Silence me?”
Her pale flesh glows in the sun
Kissed by it
And his eyes are so thirsty
Her full breasts,
wind licked nipples perfect pink and peaked..
envy fills him as he takes in her thigh,
her hip, her tender spots
like liquid brandy, he is heated.

Her hands lifted high
She twirls and giggles
“Should I feel shame for this vessel?
For the desire it invokes, and the pleasure it
Inspires?”
Her bodies full and flowing like
Rushing rivers and licks of waterfalls..
“With you, I am the wolf and the sheep-
With you I am a lion and it’s ness..
Feral lives inside me formed of
Cats and rats, wild and untamed
Predator and prey.”
She shimmers and the colors swirl about her..
Her magic sings a story of love
Of mothers, fathers and lovers
Of giddy festivals and ethereal pluming smokes
With spirit faces growing with cracked grins


She sings…
The earth my womb, my body your milk,
The rivers my tears..
Her hand over his…
The moon my lover…
You my mountain.. You my god; I yours
Let of us learn of each other
Cool the lava rock of my ire and rage-
“Their penalty; your temptation.
Resist me then! I A M their vixen! “
Her hand over his- “I am God, perfect and incomplete.”


He yanks..
“Put your lips on mine.” He says, “I will make love to you.”
“thump” as it falls..
“Let us finish this song, and take flight on phoenix wings,
The sheep whimper, for they’ve caught our scent..”
Ecstasy a cloud about them, birds chirp in reverence..
All the people who listen look up and smile
A twinkle in their eye..
Yet, for a time…
They will wonder why.

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Creative Expression, Creative Writing, Free Will, Narrative Poetry, Philosophical Poetry, Philosophical Reflections, Prose, Sexual Attitudes, Writer, Writing

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I'm a Poet, an artist, a Phoenix. I am a gypsy. My people wondering the lands of Italy dreaming, living, loving. My name isn't Frankie. This is a page full of my inner most meanderings.<div class="hub

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