transformation

transformation

A Poem by dovetailer
"

the tenderness within

"

...transformation...

 

the she- beast paced back...forth

with tearing teeth bared

and claws unsheathed...

...clicking on stones...

with beryl cat-eyes warily watched

the man...

sensing danger...sniffed the air

pregnant with love...

but not fear...

knees in the dirt...he waited...watched...

he saw her danger- face

but did not flee

she ran at him...diamond-crusted skin-spines

gleamed in silver moonlight...

with frightening roar

rent the stillness

testing the mettle of the man...

stopping short of tearing into

mortal throat

eye to eye they peered...

the she- beast and the man...

into the souls of the other...

beryl- green versus deep-ocean blue...

with diamond-nail mail...

spines razor-tipped...

rattling in readiness...

he felt her breath touch his skin...

unafraid of mortal end...

with outstretched arms

closed his eyes...

tipped back his head...

offered his throat...

his life...

to the feral nature of the beast...

trusting...hoping to feel

the lust that filled the silver air

with the scent of her

musky dew that dripped...

with bared fangs

her nip pierced alabaster skin

drew blood...

red rivulet of life

flowed slowly down his exposed breast...

before it dripped...wasted...to the dirt

the she-beast caught it on her tongue

making it a different shade of red...

with one taste knew everything about the man...

the mythic pool from whence he sprang...

his hurt...his pain...

his love and loved...

things risen above and conquered...

the scars belied the valor in his soul...

she understood...

and in that moment knew

they were the same...

she trusted...

sheathed protective spines

and knelt...

                        with loving eyes...he touched her face...

once fierce...now willing...

a kiss rendered on purring lips...

a blinding flash of light...

transformed...in an instant...

into beauty...long hidden away...

once shielded from pain...

one woman...one man...

now naked in the cleansing silver

glow of the moon...

felt the virgin touch

of the adored

© 2010 dovetailer


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Added on July 28, 2010
Last Updated on July 28, 2010