perhaps you  are the first woman to have called us brother
 let us be more than just sweet honeypot, you said
more than the flower visited by the quick and cursory love of flitting bee
stay awhile, break bread, let us feast instead on the
meat of each other's story,
for I would know the heart of you

Yes
you are close,
my body heralds your approach
as a blushing warmth on skin
an extra skip in my heart beat
a hypnotic hum in my inner ear,
a hot blossoming in my chest

Come, Beloved, I am yours
I am broken open, I am rent asunder
through these holes I would have you enter
as the dawning morn
the silver spilling of the chalice moon
the salt of sanguine tear

the piercing light of ghost stars and the great

kaleidoscopic catherine wheel of the night sky
pouring forth its spangled vastness upon my
upturned face

Leave on me your lover's mark
a tattoo of light on my soul's surface
    like the wind exciting a placid lake
    like the bruises of ardour on cooling skin
    like the sweet ache in the wake

    of desire's turbulent passage

my heart heart would rupture from the attempt
to hold the breadth of you
and you would stream forth from all my split seams
you would undo me at my core
and stitch me new