{"id":95399,"date":"2021-06-26T18:20:47","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T22:20:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=95399"},"modified":"2021-07-04T03:50:47","modified_gmt":"2021-07-04T07:50:47","slug":"carved-by-his-hand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/carved-by-his-hand\/","title":{"rendered":"HOUR 11 Carved By His Hand"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Carved by His Hand<\/p>\n<p>Complicit in your responses, feeding me the words I long to hear,<br \/>\nYet I listen to the subtle ironies and undertones,<br \/>\nThe microcosmic expressions that barely give you away,<br \/>\nPainful intentions to control and subjugate.<br \/>\nI sense it, I feel it,<br \/>\nYet our secrets shared lock us in destiny\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n<p>Caution creeps in, and I play the fool, or perhaps the fool plays me,<br \/>\n\u2018Sister Aurora, a Godly woman in dress, but something wicked hides,\u2019<br \/>\nMy dishonest words cascade from the ridge, testing him.<br \/>\n\u2018Creator of murals, creator of etchings on soft skin her hubris.\u2019<br \/>\nDo you sense my deception?<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Artist becomes subject to our vision, stilled and starved.\u2019<br \/>\nHe gives nothing away, lacks expression, I delve deeper.<br \/>\n\u2018Charitable member of our priory, answerable only to God. Or us.\u2019<br \/>\nMy fingers trace patterns about his neck and shoulders.<br \/>\n\u2018She would come if called, assistance in the community.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>The snare is set, the seed of an idea rapidly shooting and blooming,<br \/>\nMy grip tightens, kneading the tense flesh of my dire lover.<br \/>\nNeeding the rigid flesh of my lover, gasping for his accord.<br \/>\n\u2018Would she not make the perfect subject for our canvas?\u2019<br \/>\nMy lips brush his as I await his stern response.<\/p>\n<p>Inside I burn,<br \/>\nInside I fear,<br \/>\nInside I tremble,<br \/>\nInside my suspicion flowers.<br \/>\nIs this what you desire?<br \/>\nAm I to be carved by your hand?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Carved by His Hand Complicit in your responses, feeding me the words I long to hear, Yet I listen to the subtle ironies and undertones, The microcosmic expressions that barely give you away, Painful intentions to control and subjugate. I sense it, I feel it,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":278,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95399","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95399","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/278"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95399"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95399\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99338,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95399\/revisions\/99338"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95399"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95399"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95399"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}