She
This she is the supine horizon,
rose and gold at dawn--
her body without limit or time,
a potential undiminished by hours.

I am curious--whence the sun that lights this vision,
and does it matter?
Perhaps this is the key
and the lesson I have needed to learn
all these many years.

Let me magnify you, my heart's delight,
and shine from my lifelong dream
all the soft soft gold you have awaited.
But let me bathe with this light
the form which is and has ever been.
Let me magnify the you
imagined from birth and before,
what you have known just beyond the candle glare.
And let the spark of my recognition
take the weight and worry from your eyes.
If I could do that,
what couldn't we offer each other?

Worship
Lay yourself before me, my beloved--
altar, offering, and dinner plate--
and let me worship you
with more than my words.

See the expanses in my eyes,
the grassland ardor, lush and palpable,
the susurrant prairie in my gaze
to enfold you with quiet.

Be this velvetsmooth instrument
beneath my hands;
answer my touch
with symphonies of curve and plane,
with songs both new and familiar.

Let me be God
by the life with which I imbue your flesh,
by the breath that bursts from your lungs.

Wear my love when I mark you
and long beyond,
when the crimson fades.
Come into my mouth like fruit,
like water,
like fire and poetry.
Enter me on the air
until every cell is filled with you,
until I taste of you in osmotic awe.

Give me what I desire--
your body and soul draped before me,
a dizzying honeyed wine
of wild hermetic bliss.