The glamour of your face,
your hair now loosened in dark waves:
The sudden rightness of these moments -
all of me now here in trembling awe,
tongue-tied to your flesh
and rising heat.
(I need - I need so much to see you,
taste you on my skin,
and lay waste to years of caution,
soft despair and waiting.)
The earth-bound magic of the flesh
that like the rain
must dress the land
in moist and blooming sweat,
must now - must come to me.
I enter your calm waves and senses
(how I need - yes, how I need
these bones and dreams and you.)
My Lady of these morrows and these nights,
my storm and sky and anchor:
Hold me here in birth and death
and senseless, sharp delight.