Night Flights

I am carried like a song
in a nightingales mouth.
Lifted over Your sensuality
trailing feathers of darkness.

The moment is a crucible
an arcane ecstasy
squeezed through
a thousand channels
of desire.

I am spread like honey
over honey
melted into a language
only the alchemy of taste
can talk of
as it dissolves.

And though it is dark,
though the night is very deep
you thrill me:
You move me like a tongue
in a songbirds mouth-

a throated sky
where clouds speak
and raindrops learn
the meaning of tears.