Inside Eros
Rest in the most recessed
there's food here enough for winter
my working devotion is to be tasted
by your hands
I'll never tell you to go home
though we could suddenly feel the street and take to it
we're just getting to know each other
something I told you might take longer than time has
I know all of your reasons- and I expect you to uncover mine
I am curled up in the lap of completeness
safe and found to be
I am the stallion, prized trophian- if that's what you want
our story is always nearly beginning- I know your paused, backways somersault
I wont ask you to
submit to me
I am the beacon, that throbbing light here comes from the watchtower
I am an image that was just there
there is no masterful wave I wont avail
I sing to your towers forever
in the cockles of a heart
that belongs to a whale