Pure

I used to make love to one partner.
Now I am blessed with
perfect promiscuity,
shamelessly plucking the bliss
from every creature.

I seduce a bursting jasmine bud.
I ravish a passing cloud, a raindrop.
I am intimate with a dew-teared freesia
and each little honey-thief who
pillages the secret of her golden petals.

I fall in love with a robin's nest
and its new blue egg,

and kiss reflections of the moon
in every mud puddle.
With the breath of night,
with millions of eyes,
with myriad lips and tongues
in all the cells of my body,
I part the veil of stars
and drink from the Milky Way.
In the morning
I woo dust.