Furnace

 

After glow

we lie in erupted

though not interrupted

rhythmically pulsing flow.

 

Entwined, entangled

root and branch angles,

Subtly sublime,

fragrantly salty-sweet

I taste the sound,

can hear the touch.

Fingertips, licking lips,

I am marked as yours...

I take you with me

whenever and wherever

I go.

 

In darkness I feel

your light. The core

of your being,

The source of

the force of

all life. The molten

mooncup cradle.

 

Tiny furnace roaring silent,

Wetly clasped red-hot

Against the fulsome fuel

Tree-trunk of my thigh.

 

We sigh...

Delivered together

in wonderful absence

of wherefores

and reasons why.

Soft-parading stardust

and fragmented universes

rejoice and redefine,

collide and recline,

In our endless,

smiling, eternal eyes.