The King Poem by Natasha Ashwe

[A burst of inspiration, and perhaps borderline channeling - from a near or far galaxy existing simultaneous to earth time - for me.
Each verse is a picture book/ emotive trigger/ delicious sentence to write/read.
At the end I decided upon the enchantress Unii Fal'Enai - a character in my fantasy novel, as a likely speaker of them for past/future.
Yet the voice is bizzarely, entirely mine *big grin*]

My juice is for a king
My vessels hold blueprints of his visions
My heartbeat is the echo of his army
Marching, conquering kingdoms
My hair is his laughter
Longer, louder
My tongue is his scepter
Sweeter, better
My thoughts are a chamber of secrets
He enters in
And I know his entire soul as I place my hands upon his skin
Oh, he is like a universe of vibrant sparkling leaping fire
My life lines are set ablaze by his desire!

03.06.09