i slide your skin away from
your shirt and whisper come
with me take your boots
from your feet and the roots
hold steady as we dance
on the floor, your pants
slipping towards my toes.
make me yours you say
to my cheeks, and i brace
my chest for a blow
that i've already known
but it never arrives.
with you there are never knives.
the pain i await
stares from the gate
we will both one day cross
yet never for a second feel loss.
for all has been gained
with the desert rains
and the round side of the moon.
may 15 2010
