celebration

when you kneel below me
and in both your hands
hold my manhood like a sceptre,

when you wrap your tongue
about the amber jewel
and urge my blessing.

i understand those roman girls
who danced around a shaft of stone
and kissed it till the stone was warm.

kneel, love, a thousand feet below me,
so far i can barely see your mouth and hands
perform the ceremony.

kneel till i topple to your back
with a groan, like those gods on the roof
that samson pulled down.