Beautiful woman, you crown the hours
and we grow wonderful, we grow secret
in the assumption of our life. How easily the electric night warms us.
Fish swin past the edges of our bed, oceans in their mouths. The morning will never come
and break down this fever to be mad in each other's warm white skin. We go down like children, we go down into a great moaning
with silence forgotten and floating through the ceiling
like balloons. See me, see me dancing
to your terrible music, woman. the room is filling with candles, the sun is inches away: it smells of your hair and lies writhing in your palm
See again the sun and the bed wet with warm rain.
Wave after wave it comes, wave after wave stones break open at our touch, small bones break free and drift out of you into me. And the skin
becomes water and salt shuddering
out past fingers - bloodfilled and animal- 
towards the centre
of a thick and velvet earth where the sun burns a hole in the sky