Touch me and die.
One hundred little deaths convulse in a circle
The cycle of this kind of pleasure is dark but
Liquid silver outlines the round light tonight
So that the moon may judge us freely
For what we do beneath it.
Please till the desire in and out of our skeletons until
There is a new term for naked.
When I am naked I am clean and when you are beneath me..
weak and gentle as you are powerful
I learn to pray to things from the earth so that when God hears me speak of you
The heavens remember what it was like to have flesh.