Spoons

 

Your skin warm and soft

as any woman’s

cupped into my thighs

I hold you closer.

 

You enter

pass the soft light hair 

come into the surface to dermis

onward to muscle

fat to bone

deeper to the marrow

fuse with the cellular

city, become a resident

of my metropolis.

 

Together now, we notice your

flower petal lips

myrrh scented hair

frankincense flavored nape

musk dense genitals

 

the abramelin burned into

your forehead.

 

Together, we sleep

longer, later

drink you like sweet

rare Amrita.

 

Together

we make every moment

infinite, every moment nothing

at all—we, mere

architects of dreams.