you do not hear this door open
you do not see the small pool of candlelight
moving across the bedroom floor
as I come
to stand naked
beside you, sleeping
the heat of this damned August night
has pawed at your breast and
you have thrown back the itching sheet
to lie, a meal, spread across the bed
eyes closed
hair coiled and smudged
against the pillow
breathing shallow
glistening lips lightly parted
a finger’s tip
mine
skirts the line of your brow
down the side of your nose
and along your lower lip
you do not stir
you are resistless
you are yield and gift
you are an unwrapping
and a secret flowering
my fingernail finds
your lower teeth
hard and sharp
and with a moment’s pressure
your jaw hinges
your mouth softly opens
the tongue
pillowing in its wetness
settles again
and your head rolls
slightly towards me
I present the round point of me
touching your softness
with my firmness
a domed head
pushing into your pursing lips
and like a sleeping
infant your instinct
is to suckle
drawing me further into
your hunger
the rising blood within me
feeding you
the reward
comes quickly
down into your belly
and when your sucking mouth
has drained the bubbling
source of life in me
you purse more strongly and
push me softly out
and
the tongue settles again
as the throat rakes itself
for the last remnants
of the thick curds of this night
your eyes flicker a second
and you utter
a prayer
before
rolling away
as
the wash of sleep
creeps over you again
thanks
