My lover, your face greets me in the morning
from silent pillowed mooring
of soft, unharried sleep.  
You're unaware
of slatted light that seeps still inward,
to invade the quiet room
as mist steals in from rising tides
toward Big Sur's mythic coastline.  
Careless dust motes dance
like a thousand daylight fireflies
above your unfurled form.

I pray,
"Dear God, be ever with you.
Guard your soul and reveal
to you
the proud iron-girdered strength
of my love,   
unbounded as the stars."

You stretch, dozing cat-like,
with generous yawn and akimbo arms, thrust legs
that force bunched breasts and muscles to awake.
Your back unfolds like slow unrolling furrows
of wave-corrugated waters.
They flex like ocean ripples seen
through a soft sun-haloed fog
as water washes up on craggy boulders.  
Your skin's like that,
and yet so soft, inviting.  
The tightened flesh pulled down across full
buttocks now swells out
and pushes upward
to receive.  

A single hand spans intimate space
between us
to explore the meadow freshness
of my unmown, rounded chest  
with nipples tight and hardened
as acorns.  
You scratch and rub each hair
until I almost feel the fire sparks
flying as if tossed  
from a welder's workbench.  
Or is it strength of my flowing
heartbeat's constant pressure,
pushed into my legs' conjoining,
that fulfills the pillar
of my desire?  

Like a careful sculptor, you move hands
slow-working,
down the center-tuft of hair,
on my belly
carpeted
as if by tree moss.  
Like a restless tide, you overthrow me
and grasp my upthrust limb
to straddle me entire.  
I probe the surrounding wet-warmth
of your wide-spread now lower caverns,
so soft as dewy grass at sunrise.  
Then I push
with thunderbolted fury
inward.  
The spear comes close to rage
as if to rend the curtain
separating sanctum from sanctissimum,
man from God,
or sky from earth.  

Like a bull I paw the bed-sheets
and bellow loud toward cross-laid rafters.
Perhaps I seek to impale you
with my ivory-colored horn,
as I stab so long and far,
stallion-like,
within your lowparts.  
You scream
like a captured cougar
and claw my shoulder-skin
in close embrace.  

I kiss, to find the hidden well-spring
of your innermost-kept secrets,
and you reveal them, nectar-like,
only to me.
I am the guarded stamen that
seeks from life's brush-flower,
and seeks the true-one
mountain-bearer.  
And you, as if to the forest born,
are ever mine.  

Like a wolf held fast to prey
in breathless hunt,
you seek the magic ichor that wells forth
from men.  

We sting each other,
locked in mortal combat,
as restless warring bees.
You bite as I stab again.  
We've become more than siblings,
cross-pollinated now
by honeyed-white
warming richness.  

Our bodies tighten into grimace,
frantic, bound from face to foot.
We pound sheer flesh and sinew
as if Hephaestus,
earth's immortal blacksmith,
smashed the heavens' anvil with his hammer,
great as Everest.  

We, like pulled-taught drumheads
struck from leather skins,
keep pace
and resonate
together.  
Tuned as one, we stay
full close,  
until at last our voices cry out,
scream
in wildest ululations.  
Like embattled, injured wrestlers then
we fall, as if to die
but rise tomorrow,  
twin souls born of Phoenix parents.  

Afterward you lie upon me
and sigh your warmth around my face.  
You press thighs against my ribs,
massaging tangled sweat-damp hair,
but we
dare
not move nor speak.  
Instead, entwining outstretched limbs,
we both hold firm like ancient redwoods,
grown together,
ever bonded,
bathed in sundawn-swathed brightness.

I pray,
"Thank God,
for such an angel-song of sheer delight,
and peace of
both-shared love."  

We touch
our mineral spring-wet tongues
and lips,
inhaling mud-earth sweetness
from inside.