Ripples

There's only a first time once 

You're only a virgin Thursday 

For lips that would part 

In the light of the dark 

The moment we penetrate

The entrance of the tunnel 

A whole is torn from the half 

Of desire 

Like a fairie's wing 

Wringing blood from the wind

Mystery rains like tears in marble

Yesterday is veiled 

Like a ghost in the mirror 

If you don't touch me

With the tongue of your muscles 

Then hell is tomorrow 

And I am a statue

Rigid and soft 

I'm tempted

To come

Test me 

With your cherry 

Taste me 

Like a bun

Let me take thee

Like Polyxena 

With your latent resistance 

Burnt like dew in the sun

Let the folds of your cloak 

Be torn by my fingers

My stone in your lake

Rippling wetly  

Unbuttoned 

Undone.