I want to devour you
lap up the salt on your skin,
revel in the stardust in your eyes.
I want to worship at your feet,
construct hymns to your hipbones.
your hands on my face,
murmuring of sins and dreams,
of grace and blood.
I die tiny deaths at your fingertips,
learning black and white,
reverence and debasement.
in your arms I am
arsonist, sculptor, gardener
surfer of the stars, collector of night.
in my arms you are
artist, calligrapher, master and commander
captain of this vessel, my priest and king."