stretched out, and undone

I imagine you’ll taste  
like deep ocean seawater
and that I’ll need to take care
to ensure I’m not lost overboard
in you swelling tides
 
forgive me, now
if I move my mind  
to more salty times
ahead
 
my aim, from the first pour of drinks  
to the losing of clothes  
when they become  
an unwearable complication
will be an exploration  
of the instrument of you
to find the correct pressure
of your pleasure
 
a delicate dance to tune my hands, my fingers, my lips  
to the vibrations of tone
from your slender throat
a perfect assault on senses
always light
never quite arrived
the round and round and down and down
of your willing destruction
 
then, when you are stretched out and undone
that other tuning
to find the rhythm  
of your most unchoreographed primal dance
the tuning of hips
the hang, that perfect moment of about-to-fuck, my-tip-to-your-lips anticipation
the thigh-on-thigh beginning of the end
I’ll make you come and get me with your hips, little by little, forcing your body to admit its needs for the chemical heats that rule you
 
then the first slide, the slow initial fill  
and the hold
hip bone against hip bone
to open you to the idea  
of my carnal curses
led here, to your furnace, by the fire  
of our common elements
and the percussive dangerous surf  
of our hearts
 
and now only the building of sensation
in give and take
and endless immersion
until yours is the only beauty in the world and our senses are as basic as how hot and how deep and how long can it last when the pressure is a wall of pelvic language and freight trains coming and the answer will be given in short breaths and tightened waves of muscles dancing over my own almost fatal embedment, me lost and drowned in the smell of your hair, gathering for that last act, when you are as undone as a blown-out summer storm, and as open as the ocean you taste of
 
our last moments...lost to biology, and the firing of heavy guns...  
 
when we breathe again
we will lie  
in the aftermath  
of our small deaths
a limb-tangled meditation  
on silence  
and desire  
and just deserts
and I’ll catch a glimpse  
of what I have done
in your lazy used-up eyes
 
knowing this’ll happen  
every time
you dare
to reach  
so far in  
to me