Melt

 

Melt

 

You parceled us

in gift wrapped arms that night,

as kindly clocks clucked

so slowly towards light.

Sucked in our sleepy scent

after you sheathed me.

 

Brushing silk lips on downy felt,

kissing farewell to grief,

locked in gold heart locket,

its clasps so tight, no thief

could ever take away

one from one in foolish ploy.

 

Useless any attempt to melt

this strong fused alloy,

bronzed by hours spent

in musky entangling joy.

 

Pumped hearts overtop,

fill until both pop, bursting;

over-spilling in glad tears

that those wasted years

fall behind us now.

Drink up every drop,

thirst no more; drenched.

 

Clinched in chains so close

your mind to mine sings,

never knowing where the end

of one the other begins,

threaded through with dreams

of swans necking hearts.

 

How long our melody

was sung for two,

in choked weeping,

each soaring verse sweeter

than the last greeting,

teasing the oboe reeds,

fluting with wetting tongue

to burn organ chords

in hot fingered crescendo.

 

See how ravenously

the greedy crow pushes

at her plump flooded nest:

entwined in nightingales,

larks swell, lacking breath

to even groan complaint.

 

Rising tides soak salty bay,

heaving, filling, surge in and in

and just how more many songs

 can we both together sing

before sun draws wide open

night’s torn curtains?

 

Listening to falling beats

 in pleasure recline,

your head rapt to mine,

breasts press fast into chest,

melting into one flesh

of warp and weft,

no room for spaces

nor any emptiness.

Woven mesh tight.

 

Trace lips to cheeks,

drift necks, kiss eyes,

amazed at our new world

honeyed in bedded sighs.