Fetish

“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me
Jolene”

Dusty Springfield – Jolene

For music background today Sarah Connor in Dolly Parton’s classic

Your hair
The other day
Straight from the shower
Untidy
Unruled
Unspeakably
Majestic
Asking for
Grabbing
Taming
Diving into that mess
of Aboundance
With mind
Totally lost
All boundaries
Forgotten

Your feet
So elegant
Queen’s feet
Perfectly shaped
Worthy
Of an apostate prostrating
On the ground
Begging for
Just one
Tiny kiss of your toe
Maybe two …

Your neck
Decorated with
Ornaments
Of your beliefs
Swan-like
Ivory tower
Which hides
Beneath
The gems
Of your girly nipples
So wonderfully
Delicate
So to be
Consumed
Slowly
Attentively
Like ice-cream
Flavoured
With intense
Desire

Your hands
Miracle makers
Able to cure
All the ailments
Of my body
And soul
At once

Your arms
Made to hold
Me together
And bring me closer
And closer
To your lips

Your lips
No human
Imagination
Can surely predict
The taste
Of your kiss

Your eyes
Smily amber lanterns
Of Joy
Powerful enough
To dispel
Any fog and darkness
Of my brain
I love looking
Into them
And read The Book
Of your intentions
And desires

Your legs
Long entwined
Roads
Shouting to be
Explored
Inch by inch
Paths to heaven
Yet to be discovered

Your wasp belly,
Your bread-wholesome bum
Your body

That your
Devilish craft
Body
Magic
or Witchcraft
Should I say.

“Do not lead us into temptation”
Oh Lord
She does

Still
...
I am totally
In love
With Your Heart
I know it
Much better
Than the attributes
Of your queenly flesh
I heard it beating
When my mother
Died
I’ve seen it
Failing at first
To believe
In desperation
And then rising
Again
With hope
For your children
Family
Friends
So many times
I’m not
A fool
I choose wisely
Your Heart
Is my
Fetish.