I’ll drink from thee
Kisses wet and deep, in the harmony of sighs.
And allow for hands to wrap around thighs.
Whether sun or moon, it matters not
Why we fossilize
In the covers of a bed, brought down from Heaven
To be on Earth.
On this soil, we dance as two dead lovers,
And we drink
From each other’s mouth.
My love held,
Under fullest twilight.