laying on s—’ couch the other night watching her work, i was inspired to write a poem about her. eros omnes.

not to overrun the overwhelming
admiration that I hold

(rare for this ever-arrogant princeling boy, you see)
but the curve of your back
and sea-swell of your hips it

sets in me a more raucous fire
akin to the drum beat —
of pounding(pounding)(pounding)
heart and blood(o)racing
to fill
more ancient purpose

where limbs entwined
our bent branches shudder
with release of
unspent nectars
quaking in unforgiving tulip-shaped embrace

as we
arch up (up,up)
until it seems the spine will shatter
and fragmented by passion
we sink into a pool of our own devising.

in that
softly sullen glow of
eternity’s egg cracking open and
letting time drip back

Breaths merge as our chests find rhythm
and you rise. and fall.
to the slowing remembrance of the world.
in that heartbeat, i would kiss you like the sun.

so you see,
if i seem distracted it is not
to overrun the overwhelming admiration
but just my glimpsing
of a silk-enshrined and luscious fruit
of what-if-could-bes.