White Tooth By Dalziel Davis At the tender age of sixteen It appeared Ghostlike A shadow of infinite power At first I refused Dared not accept but Soon it caught me like a net I slipped it on during practice Tumbled into groundwork and It was beautiful A white tooth made for wearing Sensuality only I can see To wear it Was to give in Its fine stitching Was an art itself It was like a lover Always there Powerful Mysterious Loyal My shield Its collar symbolized combat Rough, white, thick Made for conquest It lies tattered in my sometimes absence Broken and unwanted Its collar is worn Shredded Stitching all gone My judogi misses the fire of battle The surge of flame within my loins As another uke's struggles cease Paralyzed, helpless Entombed in limbs and thrusting hips - Judo. Judo. Judo. Web Links: Buy
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