I sing you tall, lovely, and pure in the moonlight hymn
threading as a river through the darkness of my body.
Your nimble nakedness forms itself holy to a single touch
as our feet entangle in the spaciousness of this creation.
My mouth swallows the sweetness of your neck and shoulders
as we wrestle the earth first, then the moon in the daylight.
Your gentleness forms a hollow void in the earth.
Your knees fill the thirst of the caliche soil
where a river seeking to build stories in the clay
finds solace in a simple grain of sand hidden near your toe.
The stormy sea lifts our world with a wave engulfing
the trembling kisses while clouds envelop our bodies
and the space between us becomes a door undulating
the ends of the earth beneath our entwining songs.
Sweetly silent. Secret screams. Soaring sorrow.