Muzzled

Her step up
into the stratosphere
from knee to shoulder high
eclipsed the sense
of being there
perched high
into the sky.

Her legs wrapped clear
around his back
her arms
around his head
left everything
and more exposed
to everything he said.

His muffled voice
held deep inside
the curtain
of her veil,
his steady gate
could hardly wait
to let
his tongue set sail.

Her eyes gone
white
her breathing stayed
her gasping
lurch drawn core
drew visage soaked
in heaven's bait,
and tempered
stop no more.

His flicking fancy
fair flown fondness
for her open door
remained
in balanced
gyroscopic,
taking more
and more.

When at last
she coddled classic,
bursting blaze
on beam,
she broke
resistance
all fantastic,
streaming seam
to seam.

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