Day 5

This tempest of a night
This fever
Licking my spine

a tide
Rising and falling upon every centimeter
Of this your chest.

I will devour your
Preconceived notions
Of this cinnamon spice and everything nice.

You will taste the compensation
Of surrender and lust
In my own womb.

Your tongue painting every syllable
Of the holy books. Over my mouth
my hand and my feet.

We will
Write our own book of love and lies.
Of religion and false pretenses.

We will write of our own
Night terrors of the fusion
Of two bodies with the midnight moon.

A psalm of fear and trembling before
Gods that we never knew, Gods that drink the resin
Of our labored sweat as sacrifice.

Let us unwind from your ears
A a a a a song
Peppered with notes of pleasure seeking
Pain and pain exacting pleasure.

There is no safety in my arms
Only the abandon of
An untimely natural disaster.

Map your devastation or conquests from
My hip to lip and toes to thigh.
Bury me in you; inescapable undertow.

Pulling me farther and farther
From a love that is prudent
To a love that demands our parallel combustion.

Breast to breast implosion
Breathless
Nuclear fallout

Parallel explosion as in a super nova
Your atoms my atoms
We are the big bang theory