He would come
to me in waves of
hot whispers and moonlight
His touch was penetrating
and was real life
He made misery feel like
warm flesh
sweet and inviting
but it hurt the first time
the slow pain
of him entering
then leaving gently
Skin craving skin
we knew we were doing
something meaningful
something substantial

I bloomed like
a shy flower
in the midnight Sun
And it was much more than
*** had anything
to do with it...