The Fountain of Your Grace

I inhale the dawn and plant its breaths
in sweet and tender kisses wound
like jasmines round your soft thighs,
sow its stars deep in the heat of your flesh
scribing them to burning verses
etched with the tip of my tongue
as your moistness seeps from the sacred well
coating thighs, jasmines, stars, verses, and tongue,
calling my mouth to rise, spill and exhale
all the accumulated light deep inside the shivering lips,
the walls leading to your womb and heart,
calling forth your ocean of unbound joy,
a watery song washing upon my face,
the fountain of purity gifting
my open palms with your infinite grace.