Just a thought ...
Behold = Observe
but then again, it contains the word 'Hold' in it.
When I look at something, an object, a person,
At you,
I hold it, I hold you,
With my eyes, with my soul, with my soul's arms, with my soul's skin,
It becomes mine,
You become Mine
A part of me.
And I,
Because I observe,
Because I observe You,
Because I recognise You,
Your outer shape, the colors of all your surfaces, your shadows, your movements,
Your voice, the dark blue thin circle around your iris, in your green-blue-emerald eyes,
The curling white hair, fled from your tight bound curls,
your powerful underarms, tightening as you firmly hold one fish after the other, slice them open,
Cut through the bones, carefully and exactly, the beautiful pink, cold gray pink fish,
opens itself for your power, for your skill,
As you clean them
Your ancestors, living in you, through you,
Did they come from South America? Where they Inca Indians?
Your small tits, your tiny waist, your elegant height, you move like a plant, climbing a stone wall,
Swift and silent, your eyes keen and amused, dark and sparkling, delighted and questioning,
your medium seized, but oh! so delightful penis, happy, swelling, swollen, coming roaring towards me,
Your blond, wet curls, salty water, playing in the sand with your blue bucket and sea shells,
Naked, open.
With my eyes I behold.
As a thief, as I pirate, as a rapist.
I take your image and make it mine. I take you from you.
I take your soul
Recognising your beauty, your longings, your pain, your power,
I become a part of you,
Giving you my soul,
I dissolve.
Behold = Observe
but then again, it contains the word 'Hold' in it.
When I look at something, an object, a person,
At you,
I hold it, I hold you,
With my eyes, with my soul, with my soul's arms, with my soul's skin,
It becomes mine,
You become Mine
A part of me.
And I,
Because I observe,
Because I observe You,
Because I recognise You,
Your outer shape, the colors of all your surfaces, your shadows, your movements,
Your voice, the dark blue thin circle around your iris, in your green-blue-emerald eyes,
The curling white hair, fled from your tight bound curls,
your powerful underarms, tightening as you firmly hold one fish after the other, slice them open,
Cut through the bones, carefully and exactly, the beautiful pink, cold gray pink fish,
opens itself for your power, for your skill,
As you clean them
Your ancestors, living in you, through you,
Did they come from South America? Where they Inca Indians?
Your small tits, your tiny waist, your elegant height, you move like a plant, climbing a stone wall,
Swift and silent, your eyes keen and amused, dark and sparkling, delighted and questioning,
your medium seized, but oh! so delightful penis, happy, swelling, swollen, coming roaring towards me,
Your blond, wet curls, salty water, playing in the sand with your blue bucket and sea shells,
Naked, open.
With my eyes I behold.
As a thief, as I pirate, as a rapist.
I take your image and make it mine. I take you from you.
I take your soul
Recognising your beauty, your longings, your pain, your power,
I become a part of you,
Giving you my soul,
I dissolve.