An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
I recall your virgin blossom:
How you thrilled me,
With your naked potential
Wrapped around me,
As I embedded all of me, in you,
In your sacred receptacle,
In the depth of you,
Gasping on the verge of inception,
At the very ache of it!
I had to behold you.
To possess you; I alone,
To draw back the raiment that closeted your perfection
And jealously guide you into the world of men.
Not yet for them. Not quite yet. Not then,
When there was only you and I,
When you were all of mine, my precious;
Until now, that you have become, my poetry.