I loved you hands first
how you held down the bowl of my hips
and drank
the moonlight overflowing the window
spilling our pelts in cosmic glaze
against its will you drag my body
through an orchard of trembling
reshape it into a cathedral and
knock me down with your breath
a pulse of something soft digs in
takes root in the floorboards
the steady mantra of your fingers
(come, here, come, here)
coax deliverance, renders us indivisible
I feel as if i am dying
my body migrates apart
til there is nothing but bed,
and you,
and a garden where a girl used to be