Athina, goddess of wisdom,
dream weaver, golden skinned,
you wear your flowing hair
sun bleached, helmet free.

You are warmer than marble,
so bright in your naked skin,
such dark dreams you hide:
the cane, the knife, mutilations.

I could crush you like an olive
and bathe in your slippery oil.
My teeth clamp your nipple,
your sharp gasp when I bite.




About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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