I can still feel silky depths clamping
with a fierceness you only show
when the body says that I belong here
long after disappearing into you.
Warm hands cup my face and my head rests
against your chest as you ask me what
I really hear and see beating within you.
It’s different this time.
I’ve told you before that it’s a storm,
the beating of beautiful and dark
but distant and scared wings.
But this is the first time I’ve seen
and tasted the entire universe breathing,
the pulse of all that is and ever was.
