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.