my love XVI: fall from grace.

my love

i know that the brown loam finds you, and names you in the rise of sun as the blue thunders time along your sweet breasts. and moments like solitudes return to your eyes as you capture the sun and open your mouth to release the slim yellow rays of light. and along the heaving earth between stars and darkness i will turn to stone in your presence, and tumble from your lips smooth and round  and devoid of  favor

and my love

the winds are tongues that find your body as you rise from the heat of the day and your shimmering mouth utters the mysteries of beginning, of world, of light and his mouth opens for your moist loins and rocking heaving hips, as your red mouth swallows the beginning seeds, and the days of your thighs bind the passing light to the soft shadows of his spent desire.

and he lays with you embraced by earth and clay, and in you he finds the motion and paths of stars as his mouth codifies your yielding breast. but you turn me to stone with the touch of your look, and i tumble from light through the darkness to the light of your passion, and the memory that i have became grows him stiff and again he finds the renewal of your loins, but i travel the sorrow of space till my empty mouth gathers silence, and then I turn to stone and fall from grace.