THAT NIGHT

That night

I was lumbering like

a tired leaf
fear mounting in my breasts.

You came in with a smile
like a hunter
carrying the biggest game.

Drums broke into the room
and voices waiting
for the crimson stain
on the woolly fabric.

I am the river
you the swimmer
diving deep into my root.

I flushed as you pound
lost between pleasure and pain
till you arrived safely inside of me.

My heart pound with a terrible quake
as you searched in vain
for the crimson stain on the woolly fabric.