Shadows shifted within darker shadows,
Far across the sea, the horizon paled to
The rhythmic beat of animal-skin drums.
Lashed between rough-hewn stakes, our
Offering shivered, her bare skin puckered,
Chilled, and I yearned to touch: to touch.
A congregation of distant cloud blossomed
With colour, ever-changing, lit from within
As a sliver of gold emerged from the sea.
She stirred, our virtuous offering, flexing her
Leather thongs that marked her pale flesh.
The rhythmic drumbeat increased in tempo,
The night racing away, hotly pursued by dawn’s
Breaking light that eagerly, transformed the sky.
The unparalleled skill of nature’s tireless brush
Painted up our world, dancing in our offering’s
Golden hair, caught in a gentle, flirtatious breeze.
How she glowed, the sun’s radiance animating her
Naked form, tone of the sea coolly reflected in
Her deep blue eyes: and I; I raised the blade.
Light illuminated ivory skin, glinted from sharpened
Metal, beauty of the sun caressing the beauty of
Life. Striking down, I knew I loved her: loved her.
My flaxen haired maiden secured a new day, with
The leather thongs severed, I cloaked her with my
Warmth, and she: she warmed me, with her smile.
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