THE CHOSEN MAN
The wild fugitive of rambling minds
A chaos too gross to be tamed,
You …sacred Goddess of the yonder
Who is to be your chosen man?
Would he be the shining knight
On an emboldened black horse
Or would he be the Casanova
To ask of your hand for a dance?
Would he be an epitome of chauvinistic pride
Or a sculpture of disciplined muscles?
Would he know all about unicorns
Or would he hold tenderly your buttercup waist?
Would he never shed a tear on the greatest sorrow
Or would he sing you lullaby in bed?
Would he be too proud to cook for you
Or to let you lead the way some times?
Would he be a charmer;wooing hearts
Or would he be a mundane hidden delight?
Would he know when you need to be held
Or would he always want you to ask?
Would his lips cause your neck to scald
Or would he orgasm you without a touch?
Would he be loving to your unborn dreams
As much as he would want you to be to his children?
Would he rise you up to the break of dawn
And whisper you his love confessions
Or would he tame you to sleep late
Unto the day in bed?
Would he be proud of your crazy adventures or
Would he hold you back in fear and shame?
Would he know when you closed your eyes to kiss him
Or would he rape you subtly in possessive gluttony?
Would he comb you when you were healing from sickness
Or would he blame you for being a burden?
Would he know which day you bleed
Or would he only be keen to penetrate?
Would he know who you are when no one’s looking
Or would he like you to uphold your masks?
No one but you can know this better;
As you are the incarnated divinity
Of feminine form
A sensitive and fragile being of light..
Who’s intuitive keenness ranges into the dark galaxies
Bringing to light
Your chosen man!