Mycelium

The gentle tapping of rain on the windowpane falls in rhythm with our bodies.

Every touch pulses with the wind.

Your skin beneath my hands

My tongue on your collarbone

Your claws in my heart.

I close my eyes and we become raindrops

Dewey beads of morning clinging to tree branches

We are more than ourselves.

We are somewhere else

Making love in a kapok tree

We are the big swooping leaves larger than dinner plates.

You are my meal.

Sweet as nectar, I come up for air

Opening my eyes to a burst of light

I am not dreaming.

Dig your nails into my back as I reach deep inside you

I want the whole world to hear you scream my name.

Bruise me.

So that when this is all over

I will have proof that it happened painted on my skin.

I want my jaw to be sore 

So that when I sip my morning coffee

The pain reminds me of when I drank from you.

Tie me up and hurt me

To remind me that love is pain

But pain is life

And life is joy

So as we are flung through a universe in motion

It is my joy to cling to you

Even if only for a moment.

September, 2018