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