The Darkening Tempest of You.

you in the blue of

my intimate darkness

plumbed the depth

of my passion.

your eyes leaked into the

muffled sheets

mazed between grunts,

and pain and rapture.

your body spilled its

ocean over me and

into my frenzy.

I spooled you out

unraveled flesh and blood

peeled away sinew to

fluted bone then erased

that to your appetite.

you breathed in the

crackle of my moist

heaving gasps

between the raking of

my need along the expanse

of you , spread out before

me,

a deep moist wilderness

raw with wind

and sea and tide.

I plunged blind in the

turbulence of

myself, then into the darkening

tempest of you.

your tides flowed me

along the curves and winds,

of your gasping body.

the dark broke, powdered

under the pounding of

waves, under the swallowing

hands and claws that

I have become.

you continued to storm

a squall contained by bone

and will,

and yet,

you spilled the sea in your need,

as you unravel and

your waves undulate crashing

against the rocks and cliffs

of the flesh that contains

you.

then in my starvation, the gale

that pulled the two of us

into the typhoon of

our encounter, wanes.

the brine waves that you are

leaks itself out.

then drained of

the fury, diminishes.

waves and sea, and

breath returns,

in the end the darkness

passed, leaving the purged

eruptions laying damp upon

a cleansed sea..