Monday, December 18, 2006

She Opens in Me

We are mouth to mouth
like an oral tradition of desire.
You part your flesh
creating clefts and hollows
for prayers.

My hands are full of you
I keep wanting to kiss them.
I bear you like a pregnant woman.

I am a place where lips part .
Your blood is moist in my soul
where the carnage of revelation

In Your flesh
I have a body,
a spiral shell of thirst
in that isthmus and delta
I am consumed.