thee art the night
indescribably hued       a rose
and maketh me to lay
in the ocean of your petals     in the velvet fissure of your *******
supine; yoked to the chariot of
     your thighs        who,in their twain, is silken breaths of heaven

thou art a flower. in whose tremulous stems i am stupidly thrusting

          a thorn. palely now a part of your flesh. in the part of your flesh.

swims my lips on the svelte belly of your sternum. under and greedy
         of your eyes. the lashes of pleasure. inking your face.
   but though i deserve you not: incredibly you made me for your bed

           blooming simple honey.a summers day's night