Rule of Thirds

I. The Taste of Blood      
     
I remember that first shot;      
frozen exhilaration --      
     
Trophy atop the fireplace;      
compressed remnants in albums      
     
Irreplaceable first taste      
nervous shutter'd click      
rendered by my index finger      
     
A n t i c i p a t i o n;      
insatiable hunger gnawing      
Future Symbolic Prophecy:      
     
Kodak Brownie moment      
Jack in the Box to Olympus Gods      
of Love and Metaphor        
     
Trailing seconds, sequential snaps;      
. . . falling stars of Aperture      
differentiating Time and Space:        
     
Framing the Law of Attraction      
     
II. Wandering Historian      
     
My work becomes History      
in homes throughout the globe;      
a curriculum vitae      
     
of Human Evolution;      
     
Newborn through Birthdays      
School Years, Sports      
Proms, Senior Portraits      
College Graduates      
Engagements, Bridal      
Boudoir, Wedding      
Golden Anniversaries      
     
Accomplishments      
Nonprofits      
Bands      
Events      
     
Death        
     
The sensual bride      
for the groom's wedding night;      
pausing the maternity bump      
of gestating Life      
     
Funerary faces of husbands      
for widows to grieve;      
glass communion with Spirits      
guiding them home      
     
The Natural aspects      
of Mother Nature's mood swings;      
calm and rampage      
     
A wandering Historian;      
black box'd glass of accessories      
numbering frames down to inevitably      
     
Yet, in my life-long experience      
I've not captured a male physique        
beyond the typical portrait      
     
Truth is, lacking such experience      
never once occured      
     
Until Love beckoned my name      
on a parallel course with Yours      
     
Come unto me, all ye that labour      
and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.      
     
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me;      
for I am meek and lowly in heart:      
and ye shall find rest unto your souls.      
     
But know my yoke is not easy      
nor burden light to bear      
Yet shall you reap your Heart's desire      
should you endure the fire      
     
III. A Fifth Element      
     
Until now, I didnt need fingers on one hand    
to count awestruck phenomenon      
of my career:      
     
That shadow of a bear advancing      
from behind a mountain      
     
An eclipse revealing a macabre secret      
I cannot reconcile      
     
Old WWII Love Letters      
     
Extra-terrestrial encounters      
     
You; a Fifth Element      
interceding Solitude      
     
Your salt & peppered diadem      
enhancing aged masculinity;      
a woven texture of Wisdom      
     
Its echoing chamber of guidance --      
warm beneath quilted skin      
sinewed to perfection      
     
An aching tenderness born not      
of weakness, but manifesting      
Kindness of Spiritual Awareness      
     
Your Atlas of Patience tying Ariadne's Thread      
to clandestined archives of myself      
tugging their way toward Death      
     
where they depart with wind      
as darkness liberated in Dance      
     
IV. The Taste of Flesh      
     
Sometimes imagination is reality;      
petri dishes of Faith turned      
cultures of Belief      
     
Your Swarthy tone of Olive      
perfecting a circumference of biceps      
contrasting light and shade      
     
Fingers interlacing smooth, dark hair      
acute eyes entranced, predatory      
dense beard manicured;      
     
tell tale measurement of growth      
at the jugular notch, spreading as oil      
across a nippled girth      
     
toward a tiny origin of mystery      
and beginning;      
its umbilical scar once life sustaining      
     
Burly calves, thighs relaxed in stance      
curvaceous backside tensed      
     
I switch to macro, focus; so close      
I exhale your essence as my own      
     
I capture the fertilization of Life at rest;      
folds and wrinkles curled in its pubic nest      
     
Emerging taut, stretched from my warm      
breath just inches from reach      
embossed veins posing for the lens      
     
Ovoid glandular organs contracting;      
their 400 million-strong army awaiting command      
to plunder orifices of my body      
     
Daguerreotype of silver-polished copper      
mirror-like image both      
positive and negative in angled view      
     
Until the plates are spent      
copies destined for moleskin books      
accompanied by these Words      
     
our Future selves will recognize      
contemplate the magnetics, familiarity      
of recapturing that first shot;      
     
frozen exhilaration --      
Love atop the fireplace;      
     
compressed remnants memory      
irreplaceable first taste      
nervous fulfilment      
 
A n t i c i p a t i o n;    
insatiable hunger gnawing    
     
before surrendering wholly      
to Your advancing infantry      
     
The white cotton flag of panties      
waving from my index finger      
     
V. Rule of Thirds      
     
Because that's how much      
I Love You      
     
~      
     
     
Dedicated to my Best Friend, Beast of a Muse      
and Man, not to mention Love of a Lifetime,      
Johnny Blaze.      
     
Who,  just also happens to be      
the amazing Artist of this drawing. 💜