cloud of dark
skies, where
the hollows
of the night
unwind
their
flowing
streams,

boy, you
make me feel
alive,
i am your
dream,

unravel
the stars at
my feet,

push me
against a wall,

burn into me
like mist.

and to you
I make myself
           a gift
to be held in palm
unwrapped
s l o w l y,
an
       ever-
evolving
apparition of
            sculpture,
       malleable
yet firm,
with backbone
  
       and as you trace
your fingers
upon the small
      of it,
running them
               over
slopes
         of spine
watching my skin
          slip from
rough ache han
                     gi
                         ng
to
smooth quake
know that
      underneath
crisp wrappings
of papery
         gossamer
beats the ultimate
of ceremonial offerings:
the present of
       my presence,
fiery,
            pulsing
shimmering like
blood on lava
ready for you
to dip your
      heart into
         lips parting
as my breath fills your
     spirit's cavern
slick dip
        of opening
as you draw
    shadows from
my deepest
Cimmerian caves
  ******* them through  
in siphon's pull
to the side of light
        until
around you and
deep inside
you split
me
  oh so gently
and fully
completely
    apart

She fears its omnipotence
It breathes in the quiet
scans her humanity,
her fire

She holds tight
to the golden refuge
and plants sweets
in the bottom of
blossoming trees

The void is a savage lover
with delicate fingers
and a pretty mouth