flaming jewels

Suck

I'm too stupid to play anything but
aesthetic chess
moving the pieces around the board
in an attractive pattern

/the Master's fingers tap an arpeggio/

I'm recalcitrant, raw
Pygmalion's unpopped fantasy

I can't turn my mind to strategy
or scheme

Form is all to me

/the Master's hand is gently bent/

My fists press on my temples:
I wish I could order my thoughts
to something fine

But I'm base, and unformed intellect
gives way to urge--

I want to lick his hand like the lion,
put his bare knuckles in my mouth
and suck.

jewel@gleeful.com
a seraph production