She dances a pagan ritual seduction
Through halls that echo a ghost tattoo
Blue aura hosts the introduction
To a world unnamed; an alien view
He drinks her down like perfumed smoke
Savouring the head reaction
He pays the price and wears the yoke
Tastes her name in warm transaction
She takes his offering, thin and fleeting
Files it with the wilting roses
Sets him up for an executive meeting
On an oversized bed of poses
And gazing into the void created
He wonders if he’s gone too far
To ever have this love back-dated
or breach the cores of distant stars
March 2011
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