t h e * q u e e n ' s * d r e a m (wolf part six)

In heavy cotton sheeted queenly bed
bolstered upright, by a dream’s logic
sleeping in white silk corset
and venetian mask
hands busy, knitting, endless threads
long strands made with joy
stretching out the bedroom door,
bright morning light
peers round brocaded windows
pauses in her knitting
and hauls upon the threads.
through the door,
as threads expand
a woven white wool cargo net
with ermine cloaked white booted man,
maybe Ardent himself ,inside.
this gentle trap is pulled towards
ends up on edge of queenly bed
and kisses sweetly shared
through woven mesh
hands grope and push
against this holy bag,
enjoying brief touches
and brief defeats
as one player or the other
leans forward or leans back.
one kiss stays harder
bright laughter rings
and ermine turns to wolfen gray
queen constrains the net as sport
and bursts in joy as wolf rips forth
and then sleep falls from her eyes

"Did ma'am sleep well,I heard a noise"
a maid enquires, from round the door
" Oh very well, and by the way
has the Black Sheep returned today ?"

“they say quite soon ,your majesty,

But this letter came for thee”

Letter snatched from hands

Then deocorum reestablished

Maid succesfully pretends

She did not see

That look

Of hopeful desperation

But,

Having read ,and memorized, the letter herself

Mouths the words

In vicarious and adoring passion

As her mistress reads

So where you live the cold n'er bites
and clear and frosty are the nights
and neigh’bring wolves no cause for fright ?
May I visit you tonight ?

Can I bring warming drinks or furs
Praise you in verse to make you purr
with ideas of what may occur

between us, now, or deferred ?

Do you mind if we converse,

Of day’s events ,not be perverse

Maybe later the reverse

But words, yes words, of course at first.

Can I take this time to find

Some joyful trinkets in your mind,

The nerves that snap,the ties that bind,

How you are cruel, and how kind  ?

 

We seek that speck in this process

Which makes it so right to undress,

To forget our compulsion to confess

That perhaps we left behind a mess ?.

Is approval needed for such acts

If you smile, then I with same react

Word’s time has gone, the same track

Is followed to its final act.

She puts the spent letter down and sighs

Then, through the chamber door

Sees her new god and

bites her lip

in unsuspected ,welcome and surprising pain

Maid servant

Having kept a secret well,

Disappears into thin air

And she seizes upon  him

Oh how she seizes him

Right royally

She seizes him

Ardently