"After____"

In the aftermath that is loving You,
My sails succumb
to a fullness of wind—
a gust of pure Heaven
that fills My sails ...
... unadulterated.

In the afterglow that is holding You,
My tongue drips
as if it were skinned—
Your breath does leaven
like some holy gale ...
.. all in Me unsated.

And in this holocost
of lascivious lust,
one truth remains—
one sacred ‘must’:
“endow Us ‘forever’,
‘lest We turn to dust.”