Life Sentence by Janice Scott-Reeder
The last chapter of one of my books is written in prose but the actual piece of work is a free form poem. It is a story of one of my incarnations in Scotland with a philandering husband who finally ends up hung for a murder I committed and my protection by a Monk and his love for me. Enjoy:
by Janice Scott-Reeder
"Once for the body," you said,
and the first kiss was tentative,
butterfly wings against my lips.
But the second brought the beating
wings of blood, as you burned
against my lips and violated
every crevice of my mouth,
raging against me until,
we fell locked together,
into the soft damp grass
of the moonlit hill:
Flying so high and exhausted,
in one lightning flash moment.
So softly you lifted me to my feet;
"And once for the soul," you said,
as my dress dropped from my pale shoulders
that puddled around my bare feet,
Your breath so hot,
yet together with with playful tongue and silky hands,
you did drink with mouth and soul
every morsel of my body;
bringing me higher and faster then ever I had known,
until I thought my mind would burst.
Until gently, you entered,
and took your leave with my soul..
There is nothing you needed to learn.