Femme

                           Femme

Do you want to dive,
into a nectar bowl?
You might even take a dip here,
If that is what you wish for...

The nectar at first,
won't make you dizzy
But yet, you might 
hold on to the edges
If you want to stay afloat...

Close your eyes,
while you're here,
For you might feel a quiver at the nape of your neck,
As the nectar entwines and knits your toes together.
Your legs bound to each other 
Your hands must you rise
and submit to the expanse of the bowl.

The dense palatableness,
Will slowly slide down that collar bone
You'll gasp and hold on to the dear bowl
As it edges towards that hollow bend in the collars
And waits for you to sink
Sink in the beatitude of 
the exhaustion it caused...

And while you're there 
You dress it on your lips 
And drink it until a blurry conscious resides in your mind
When you awake,
Give it a little thought...
Did you relish the dip
Or were you devoured?