gathering noelle

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the measuring rod is placed
where he has demanded
 
candles fill the room, breathe  
an unnameable scent from forever
 
she skims his bed, shimmering  
and glistening from the slow discipline
 
he meted out earlier, she becomes
 
tangled in ties and the longest
pearl necklace, her face is moist,
 
she moans, murmurs his name the
sound of her soft voice opens his heart
 
his lips continue to navigate her warm  
body, lingering on the tenderest points
 
does she breathe?
he puts his ear to her heart
 
and feels her life. she unfolds
beneath him, entering his
 
private horizon, he imagines she
is clay and he a famous sculptor
 
Rhone dips in and out of sanity,
broken by her submissiveness.
 
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