“I Leash, You Lead” (A Poem)

I leash, You lead. One larger circle protecting the smaller. Interlocked at the hips and at the lips. Lightning strikes; We exhale. Ravenous exploration; Breathing wind to sail. Pen stroke as delicate as the rings on the clavicle – the tiniest licks forming a crescent moon and stars, the Libra scales on my arm, counterweights…

A Divine Gift (A Poem)

A woman doesn’t want to be a trophy. A woman wants to be worshipped. She is not a groupie for your pleasure; nor a cup for you to spill… If she allows you to drink from her, consider her nectar a divine gift. For one taste of a woman is surely more than any one…

“The Science of Poetry” (A Poem)

I shiver as your words fall down my back. Gentle. Firm. … Knowing… From a whisper across the nape of my neck, they roll down like tears, following the silhouette of my body, hugging me at the waist, melting into my skin. They rush toward my toes, igniting a high-energy spark, ejecting hot metal capable…

The Choir of Flight (A Poem)

100 voices sing in unison turning pages like white wings a gliding flock of ivory feathers sending praises from below the sky These tattooed paper birds lift prayer swiftly through hymn between earth and heaven as angels blacken their tails © 2013 Leslie I. Benson