Hecatomb of lust,
night’s stars on our wild altar
doused in burning blood.
My hands over our face,
a tidal flow of stars.
My heart, a sun upon my lips,
kissed between your eyes.
The heart that knows the splendour of dawn
is blessed with a light no darkness can soil.
To consume and be consumed,
a desire so ravenous and pure
it delivers our trembling bodies
unto the burning altar of love.
As our lips merge our heart,
rooted in the garden of forever,
blooms into the sun.
a flick of tongue along your endless curves
smearing wine and honey and reaping — ecstasy.
Gazing in your halcyon eyes
a dawn so clear enters my soul
that I break into song.