There is a sweet pain in mapping the history of our coupling.
meter by meter, each grassy
embrace and sand-filled kiss
charts a curious and comforting record.
Stolen moments, a theft
of space, a conquering
of body and mind. Dying leaves
cover a multitude of our sins
That copse of trees
my birthday gift, my knees
quivered and felt
barely tethered to the ground
Stars wheeling above
us and behind my eyelids
as I came, shuddering
my pulse the steady swift thrum
of a deep cello chord, velvet-rich
against the muscle of your tongue
my spasming thighs, reluctant
to let you go
always.
By daylight cars
come and go
oblivious to the chapel,
the consecrated ground we made
Desire, our religion
lust, our communion.
I baptized
the upholstery of your truck
sweet abandon - my satisfied
cries a catechism.
Sing Hosanna in the highest
for every delicate sigh
you've wrought from my naked body
This, then, is Eden -
every inch I survey I see
us naked, worshipping, with
greedy hands and mouths
by silver moonlight
The grunts and moans of
our ******* a hallelujah,
a psalm.
My temple, your body
My pulpit, your ***** **** -
your salty skin
In this worship, I am
perfect - my sermon
most holy -is an entreaty
Love me,
Heal me,
Make my weary body alive again.
Amen.
Amen.