Don’t go home tonight
don’t leave this warm circle we built with our skin and bones
I killed an ant earlier and I felt badly
as I had watched it climb up a book and grab on to a little morsel
it has always made me feel remorseful for killing even the smallest creature
I don’t eat flesh for that reason
aside, you, I eat you, feast upon, alive and laughing your deep throated mirth
it never occurred to me one day I would have in my arms
the vibrating surround of a whole woman
the majesty of her glory, how she shifts like light
from somber to ejubilent in the fracture of a moment
women are not easy creatures, to tame a little, or keep satisfied
their minds, their bodies, are compartments of mystery
open the same drawer twice, out comes a different response
I will never understand or fathom, your maze of contradictions
that may be half the pleasure, for we who are simple clay
love the complexity and madness that is your fire
your dimpled skin and reddened throat leaning backward to my entreaty
the sounds you make, when I bring you close
a high keening like joy is just out of focus, a mayfly touching surface
I hold those memories inside me like water
crossing the empty desert of a day without you
night comes and goes as fast as pleasure
resisting my petition to remain static and eternal
if it would just slow and stay, I’d render you speechless in slow movement
the stirring of cream into coffee, languorous and ancient in ritual
until you flung yourself back into enervated ocean
where together we met beneath water and the whole world
was lit from beneath us
my love, asseyez-vous à côté de moi. faire battre mon cœur
stay
stay with me tonight
let us both be lulled into believing
morning does not need to dawn