lust

I tremble in my desire. You

 penetrate my inner room. I 

 gasp as your head 

 touches the cradle of love, 

 and strikes the chord that is 

 the end beginning of my 

 being in the world.

 
 You hold

 my life in your arms, tasting

 my nakedness carefully

 at the edge of Paradise, 

 you sink into

 the warmth of the rut.

 We make love. Nakedly

 and relentlessly, safely

 anchored in our hot, moist 

 bodies. 

 You shine in the lamp’s shattered light,

 falling over your glowing body.