Sweet
Moist
Inviting
The source of all creation
Beckons
An entire cosmos
Reflected
In your eyes
Reaching from your heart
And everywhere inside
To my soul
Swallowing me whole
And enveloping me
In the black velvet cradle
Of your love.
Not just the fiery lust
Of the big bang
To tease and tantalize
My life and loins
Harder and faster
But longer still
I am humbled
A black hole
Full of stars
That anoint me
In their radiant multitude
For all eternity
As I explore the depths of you
And the source of all creation.

Copyright 2006 K. S. Shain. All rights reserved.