We return home,
I shut the door behind us,
after so much time separates us,
and for the time this evening
we are finally alone,
with the night to ourselves
and this hunger.

Tiny diminutive
shoulders around my neck
as her mouth glides up to mine,
eyes deep and dark closing slowly,
a nucleus passing between us,
the pride of the peacock
finishing at a fevered pitch.

the Aaron's rod
is the fire of my desire,
this kindness of my touch,
the honor it brings to us both.
Let this then live forever.

Lying here in total darkness,
I have done nothing more beautiful in
my life than solemn silence pass the night slowly running of my fingers along her body
in the pale moonlight,
drinking in with my eyes
the glory and goddess
of the form of a woman.