You offer up your lips,
Pour them over me,
Like libation,

And whisper
a silent prayer
Across mine,

And I
Bathe in their glory.

How honored I am
To know
The chapped, raw flesh -  

Oh how blessed
To know their taste.

III.

I'll dig back to you,
Reap you, snip the synapses,
Hollow out the soil.

II.

I will spend hours
Braiding all our tender roots
Into a tight noose.

1.

Let me dig my roots
Up and out of your taut flesh,
You are salted soil.

there's an eden
waiting for you
between these thick trunk thighs,
enter again the garden,
drink from my waterfalls
and taste a little creation.

I found dusk in you,
welcomed it willingly.
Almost forgot dawn.

I, foolish lover
you, down-low *******
no loving for cowardice