Homecoming

There is a vastness to the surface of you.    
Every inch a thousand living nerves
stretched over muscle for knowing something of the world.  
   
Your cock hangs plump to one side  
like a spent tulip heavy with moisture.    
I think its shape is lovely.  
   
When I kiss it, my eyelashes brush over you with the    
same butterfly kisses I gave to my father  
before he went to war.    
   
My pursed lips blow warm air across shaft and bloom of you.  
I smile when it moves like a separate being  
with conscious thought.    
Am I drawing you back home tonight?    
   
I take you into my mouth and taste your joys and sorrow.  
I have forgotten my father’s face.