Mines I slave for nights and days

the dark depths conceal

hard hammered walls

of bones and dirt.


One hollow cavity I follow

pounding loud and soundly

a suckled pulse

for a dire gem of pleasure

and a mass mother lode.



In the core shaft of pursuit

the bright gilded veins

gleam ruptured passion

from every mind’s eye

my find you are mine

dear lover.






Written August 25, 1999
Revised November 2, 2015