Consequence

I have stood for  
And witnessed  
Arm up with hand raised  
And a delicate finger hell bent
Like a Pope placing compassion  
On an aging head  
While he weeps  
And tells his secrets  
To someone he should consider
Only a man
 
Only a man
 
The nights have stood for it
They had taken their stand  
With eyes of a moon
A crescent  
In their part closure
I was told they would weep as well
 
And so I raised my hand
 
For the world
He was only a man
 
My hours wander
I trail them
And turn my head  
To minutes past
Each tick emptying seconds  
Into waiting  
 
This hope holds anticipation  
In my belly
Once the foreplay to lust
And wild ambition
The purgatory in it
A tremendous heaven promised
But only Hell
 
Only a man
Only a man  
 
My thoughts dwell in the Nin
I read her desires  
And find...
 
In his eye  
My hair  
And the extent of it  
Into the stars  
And their restlessness  
 
The volumes of dreams  
And perverse reality  
Hold my comfort
blooming my confusion  
Little FLowers
My lost home  
The Delta of Venus  
 
It might just be okay  
My love  
Wherever you go
I might be too
Even without you  
You are only a man  
 
It can be lonesome
In the wilderness
Once again  
And you will not be alone in it
without my track beside you
 
You would like to hear my footfall
stop to bend
And thrust into me your river
your might gripping my hip
To have me plead your name
To beg for you
And pant you are a God
 
But I shade myself now in these thoughts
from any condoning  
Of your deity
 
You are only a man  
And I am my own woman
You do not hold my sensuality  
Or my hand  
To put it up  
To lift it over your head  
Without sight of me
While digging into my parts  
 
You forget a disembodied soul
It's longing and need dismissed  
No shelter in you
no home for it  
 
I am only a woman
And with you a shell
Of pink and golden arching
That curved you a dynasty
And place to sleep