Molecular Tapestry
Sometimes I feel that I’m never more myself
Than when I’m wringing these cries from you
Or perhaps I don’t wholly exist otherwise
Spectral, adrift
Semi-present, semi-conscious
Counting down the interminable days
Until you’re mine to tickle to ruination
Then, yes, forge my starving eyes in the holy fire
Blazing from your racked, beseeching gaze
Yes, sculpt my dancing fingers
Between your deft, wriggling toes
Yes, sharpen my teeth
On the overflowing banquet of your hips
Yes, render my lips
Upon the cushioned swell of your belly
Yes, make my palms sizzle and sear
Against the quivering recoil of your backside
Yes, make my tongue rejoice
Deep in the hallowed sanctum of your navel
Yes, breathe life into my shaft with your screams
Over … and over … and over …
Howl the labyrinth of my full self into being
Spun from the very air streaming from your lungs
Create me anew, weave this molecular tapestry
By the light of your transfigured, anguished form
As I persist, hyper-realised, utterly enthralled
Content merely to torture your body
For none of your mind remains for me to destroy
