Again We Wake…

Again we wake in 

Blessèd night, 

Your pillowed thighs awaiting wide

To clasp my soul, to 

Squeeze so tight that,

By pure reflex, lust relights 

And I respond 

From 'cross our secret 

Hellespont. 

Your moan I suck

From skies afire, 

Your wet seduction 

But feeds desire and 

Quenches not our 

Lover's pyre. Seduction

'Guised as invitation, 

Invitation to invade, while 

You your astral flame do flaunt.

Your blazing female glare, it

Tempers taut and oils anew

My lover's lance or, perchance, 

A poignard hard for  

You, the sheath, 

So measured as to twin our

Pleasures, bright and keen as

From between the two extremes 

Of pain and carnal ecstasy,

We crave in chorus,

Thrash in time and, as if

Planned, let fly a holy joy

In one transcendent cry.

 

So, once more a

Melding fresh as if our first.

My love, my one desire, you still

Inspire a lust for which all Love

Does thirst: a lust required 'fore

You bleed sacred, tender nectar:

Fulsome lips, slick, a-drip

Upon mine waiting 'neath to drink 

And pay-in-kind full measure. 

For Love is ever in the balance:

Beat for beat, a heat for

Heat, our hearts we barter whole

In trade. Love's elixir you do

Spill all salty-sweet but though 

From you received, as with all 

Else, it shall be shared, for

That's how lovers say

Their prayers.