What the tongue seeks
in such softness of flesh
pale as light without a destination,
you offer me with your palms
pressed flat against white sheets
and elbows steadying your body
as the well ropes of you muscles
flex and arch against my mouth.
And I lick your outstretched nakedness
down to the dream’s roots
where desire deepens
into an irresistible delirium of silk.
With your long body bent over pillows,
your skin glows in the bed’s caress
with honey’s thirst for daylight.