He wields his hammer
without mercy
bring
the
metal
d
o
w
n
time and space
e x p a n d i n g
crushing metal to earth
to vibration to sound
my head snaps to the left
vibration through earth
through atom through drum
a fire ignites...a fire BURNS...a fire smolders
nostrils flare
apertures contract straining to focus
heart valves pump unnaturally
oxygen is scarce
knees weaken
and i s
i
n
k
arms of steel
guide my hips...
(keep breathing)
strands of gold
brush my neck
(open your eyes)
kisses so light
turn to a force of nature
(by the forgotten gods,
you are beautiful)
teeth playfully snap
eyes shine
(breathe, woman, breathe)
our neurons are mirrored
our pheromones agree
now comply...surrender...submit
your cape is irrelevant
the crimson does not impress me
you do not need it to take flight
your armor is useless
i can pierce it simply
with a look from my blue eyes
what of your hammer, Thor?
it is all of what you are;
heavy with burden
spinning and light with hope
crushing the earth with music
raised high to lead
with a steady hand
hailing a booming storm
light electrifying
be assured - your hammer is your own
i do not desire to take what is yours
to smother your light
to limit your branches
i only wish to see you grow in strength
in beauty
in music
in light
and so i will wait...
for the thunder of the hammer
crushing the ground
calling me home.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
He wields his hammer
without mercy
bring
the
metal
d
o
w
n
time and space
e x p a n d i n g
crushing metal to earth
to vibration to sound
my head snaps to the left
vibration through earth
through atom through drum
a fire ignites...a fire BURNS...a fire smolders
nostrils flare
apertures contract straining to focus
heart valves pump unnaturally
oxygen is scarce
knees weaken
and i s
i
n
k
arms of steel
guide my hips...
(keep breathing)
strands of gold
brush my neck
(open your eyes)
kisses so light
turn to a force of nature
(by the forgotten gods,
you are beautiful)
teeth playfully snap
eyes shine
(breathe, woman, breathe)
our neurons are mirrored
our pheromones agree
now comply...surrender...submit
your cape is irrelevant
the crimson does not impress me
you do not need it to take flight
your armor is useless
i can pierce it simply
with a look from my blue eyes
what of your hammer, Thor?
it is all of what you are;
heavy with burden
spinning and light with hope
crushing the earth with music
raised high to lead
with a steady hand
hailing a booming storm
light electrifying
be assured - your hammer is your own
i do not desire to take what is yours
to smother your light
to limit your branches
i only wish to see you grow in strength
in beauty
in music
in light
and so i will wait...
for the thunder of the hammer
crushing the ground
calling me home.
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