Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Bridal Chamber

No one sees us
they are too busy
being our eyes and hands.

I place my cheek
upon Your presence.
Hips become lips.
I am formed in the flow of You.
You couch and dimple
for my being.

I want to take You into my tepee.
I want You to chew my moccasins
while I adore You.
It is a cold night
and we must be marrow
for long lived bones.
I will not disturb Your hair
with wild dreams.
I will grow seasons in You.

I will rest like a warm pillow
between Your legs.
Just as You rest like a dove
between mine.