You in Three


The word “desire” 
comes from “to wait under the stars,”
to embrace infinite eternal shapes, 
currents of light combusting.
How could any celestial body 
rotate past this intimate assembly?


My heart breaks bread for you. 
You left me to lick the oil off 
my fingers, to taste marrow.

Creeping slowly through me like hunger. 
No sudden pang 
but  gradual growth. 
When you are finally full
you wonder how you never realized it. 


I am here to move blood. 

To pump and pulse and remind you 
living and loved 
leaning, lips to holy temples
tendrils stretching 
growing inward
holding you like vines. 
Like promises that never
dry out and snap
holding you unbroken, in.