Waking to the moment
Waking to the moment of your touch
I hold my breath and body
like an altar, like a kiss.
(I want to hold your breath
upon my tongue; I want to
weigh your touch upon my skin.)
As the light needs an horizon
to submit its colours
to the weight of night
(I want your eyes on me,
all over me,
your lips to take me in)
I need you to possess me
and undress me
to the bone.