At night when you love me I get lost in you,
entranced in the gentleness of your hands
and the glory of your skin upon mine.
You bury your hands in my curls and
sigh loudly - you are a primal thing,
and I'm the pagan to enshrine you.
You are my only true religion,
a god bathed in the glittering sheen of perspiration
like in the richest clothing, covering
the most astonishing beauty of all.
I am a slave in your temple and you are
the only thing I worship; the only thing I still believe in
as I sacrifice myself in the flames of your altar.