Creature of the Light

These are the wanderings of fingers on skin, and the

liquid thoughts surging through the flesh of men

for the purpose of emptying themselves into the life of another

and in those moments find the solidarity of existence

the song of a man is found in his hips, within

the marrow of him, angular contours of face,

the arch of his back, the curling of toes seeking leverage

the lengthening of torso and ribs with intent to release

In his arms I settle myself, adjustments of hips and breath

with the rhythm of his heart I find the courage to move,

to become the object of one man’s desire, and in me welcome

the evidence of his affections, silent etchings of DNA

genesis of legacy, of the silken movements that slip

across skin and in tiny fragments cling to the

parts of me that were made for him, surrendered self, and with it

the force of our love brings resonance

his whispered I love you at the moment of our coupling drum

upon the tympans of my ears, rumbling symphonic

union of bodies, surrender and control, comprehensive thought

slip into the thickened awe that wonder brings

I have journeyed farther than intended, languished in

the sun longer than I can recall, in those last few

moments before the moon rises, I know most

assuredly that I am a creature of the light

I long to lavish the remainder of my days upon him,

ultraviolet through the clouds, skin provoked by light

words marking me, like the tattooing of skin

I am, in his arms the fullness of a woman

bone of my bone,
flesh of my flesh,

we are one