I write your skin into the air,
Your lungs brings the song to here.
My heart drums your name into
The sky of my chest & all the birds
Of my mouth flute your praise.
I wander always back to you,
Your grave smile frolics among
The wreathes of your hair.
What flower is not there shading
The sun of your eyes? What sun
Is not there hiding the shade
Of your brow? I'd call you
Eternal but you're finite as
Laughter, two hands holding,
Music, two songs dancing.
I place my lips on your lips,
A place of worship, the temple
Rains the sweet essence of your
Goddess & i, simple as sin,
Prophesy in your holy name.
The earth of your skin is warm
With the volcano erupting within.
I'm not afraid of the lava,
I'm not afraid of the ashes.
O sweet lover, blood leaves
My bones & fills me full with
Thirst. O gentle queen, the
Moon stirs awake too much night
As we lie in the bough of desire.
I come bringing gifts; the bone
Knife of my fingers, the ravine
Of my teeth, the sweet snake of my
Tongue & the shrine of my body.
Let us worship under the naked
Stars. Let us become like the earth.