With every breath, I abandon my vow
to refrain from astonishment.
Calling your name unravels my most
subtly woven robes, I spill
into the space between planets and suns.
I feel a passion to undress all my bodies
until I am formless.
Transparency becomes us, my love.
Churned to honey, darkness drips down
from the flowering brainstem
and curls our toes with delight.
The taste of it is stronger than birth.
Even a little makes us immortal,
but only for this moment, makes us
pour everything we ever attained
into the crescent moon of the heart,
this cup where breathing dissolves
like sugar in wine.
Offer me lemons now, yarrow and ginger.
I'll warm them in my secret bowl
of prayer and yearning.
Our fragrance inebriates the stars.
They spin, we blush, each of us
a rose in the other's cheek.