Your skin is brown sugar

In melted butter with sprinkles of cinnamon and edible gold. I want to

Mingle with your senses.

Your lips are the

Soft brown hills of healthy

Earth waiting for natural

Floods to burst open

Seeds of life

Your eyes are deep

Dark caves of wisdom

Calling me spelunking into

Fires of fear and anger and grief to reach the cool

Lakes of forgiveness

Your arms are so strong

You hold together photons

When they are starving

For connection across

The Universe.

So I could join you in this

Rare crystal world pounding

With the energy of all of our

Love and hate in time and

Space, the eleventh hour of infinite.