Sanctify
You were only a breeze
That thread through my fingers –
Insisting and penetrating –
That shivers of sex.
Your denial cleaner than blank,
White paper – Better than flesh –
Afraid, afraid, never free;
Yet enduring in tastes and smells.
Your cravings have not weathered me.
I write of your manifest
To erase you at will.
by Suzanne Bronson on Monday, March 10, 2008