As I am numbed in

euphoria by the closeness

of his embrace,

the eclipse which held me in

paralysis slowly bleeds in

the sky as it anchors a crescent light of passion.

 

Oh, he has held the disaster of my

body in his palm and has laid me naked upon him.

 

Tucked neatly among the

webbings of his fingers is a

whispering lily that sings me to sleep.

 

The sphere of black,

fixated upon the sky,

is melting.

 

I weep to see his loving eyes pour over

the deprived valley that is the entirety of my being.

 

Yet...

It is as if this man,

and his exposed nakedness encompassing me,

is the coming season of warmth which teaches me nourishment.