I am inside Your love
like grape essence and saliva.
I wash my face in this lust
drunk on the scent of wild flowers.
I am an empty glass
for Your fullness.
Where you find me sipping the void
You pour me out like red wine.
You want me as Your taste.
You are a beautiful word
You have scratched upon my blood.
I have become both genders:
A blind passion
that must push down and enter
the bud and root of another sky.
My hands grasp sky-bones
they are leaping fish
for Your sensual ocean.
I know beyond doubt
that I am far too crazy
to be anything
but Your every desire.
