12:03 am
uncovering our bodies of the darkness
like naked roots
under the moon's cycloptic eye
we tangled ourselves
thighs and elbows heavy fruit
shiny as winter chestnuts
bitten mouth, tangerine lips
rose petal surprise of tongue
i could wander the continent
of your golden valleys without ceasing
and delight each day
in discovering
a new dawn
rising from the depths
of your mysterious being
