When his eyes lift and clasp to mine,
when I see the ice melt and glow inside
the candle,
when I feel my own curved membranes
swell and rise and fall
and try to hide,
when the rocky beach of skin around
his globes folds,
when I start to sink into the dunes,
when they release their drug
into my body and my body comes apart,
a blossom whose petals shimmy off
in a light breeze, layer after layer,
when my petals warm the ground
like a carpet--
that's when I can almost be the thing
I most want to be--
one soft petal in a fragrant bud,
a bee's lips sipping deep in my center,
my nectar flowing, both bee and I dying,
dying of this pleasure.
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