All she wanted was to get ahead
In the worst way
Stepdaughter of Herod
Even when the king offered her his kingdom
Adamant defiant
Just the head of John the Baptist
On a silver charger
She had seen him
Thought he was handsome
She wanted him
To clutch
To absorb the passion
Under the skin
Herod’s minions went down to the cistern
To perform their evil.
A cool night
When they delivered him
The head was steaming on its silver plate
Exuding the conclusion of life
She felt an excitement
They placed it on the floor
In the center of the hall
When she started her dance
The first veil long and purple
She watched his dead eyes
Open ecstatic
As she circled around him
The second veil bright yellow
Reminding her of Herod
She could never admit
He had sated her aggression
One night in a tent
With wolves in a howl
The third veil blue as the sea
As she wiggled about
Chanting
Behold I will come
Even Herodias
Somewhat unsightly
Succumbed to the young maid
And her trembling flesh.
The fourth veil green as the forests
King Herod’s dog
To which she gave suck
Before he invaded
On her knees breathless
His pet hopeful
Begetting a litter
The fifth veil clear like a warm bath
King Herod’s feline
Soft and precious
Tail curling
Exciting her soft passages
Licking her into
Oblivious rapture
The sixth veil a pale turquoise
A memory of her pulling
And tugging
Her labia distended
Begging for release
Until she reached further
Stroking her cervix
Till she screamed with delight
The seventh veil blood red
As the life of poor John
She cast it aside
And bent to grasp his head
Whirling faster and faster
Raising it first to her chest
Feeling the nipples stiffen between his lips
He almost blinked…
Then to her mouth
Caressing his motionless tongue
The head ended trapped
Between her thighs
As she walked about
Realizing the height of her love
Pulsing
Throbbing
Undulating
Until she unloaded in ecstasy
Poor Herod distraught
Commanded them to kill
Soon she was headless
Falling
Finding herself locked
To her beloved
In an immortal kiss