Nectar

I want to sip your body,
nectar running down
from the flower of your face
and eyes,
petals of golden red hair
spread about
the pillow.
Flowing,
breathing,
over your breasts
a river of
honey on my tongue
quenching the
thirst of a thousand years.
Reaching,
merging
into your cries
I plunge through
the waterfall,
breaching with
a scream of exultation
The cold clear stream of joy unbounded.
Awakening on the sandy shore
Spent,
Amazed,
One with you.