CLAY

       
we first met        
on the beach        
at sunset        
clay        
from bozeman           
montana        
had the hands        
of michaelangelos          
david        
with a gaze        
like a soft          
pine breeze        
strong arms        
like sculpted        
marble        
that pulled me        
sensually        
and firmly        
into his        
naked masculinity        
to feed        
our natural        
hungers        
for        
and within        
each other        
as the sun
in its golden
glory
sank slowly
into        
a luminous        
purple sea    
stretched out    
wide    
and vast       
gently pulling        
its deep        
warm        
afterglow        
like        
a buttery blanket        
of inner gloaming        
up over        
the breathless        
passion        
of our delicious        
intimacy                          
its blessing bestowed        
upon us          
in the natural        
consummation        
of this          
our first        
heart pounding           
sweet      
hot union        
in        
the sand          
mutually    
surrendered        
fully        
into        
the soul deep        
innermost        
fusion        
of our        
organically holy        
orgasmic        
co being        
fluidly into one        
as the        
glorious        
radiant warmth        
of the sacred        
fiery        
suns        
blood orange        
embered        
orb        
breathlessly        
sank        
without        
a sound        
into the        
dreamlike depths        
of the quickly        
darkening        
sea        
pulling in        
nights        
cobalt cloak        
engulfing us        
all around        
embracing us        
in its        
expansive peace        
while still        
in each others        
arms        
crowning        
our still        
lingering        
erotic delight        
with the equally        
blissful        
twinkling        
silent applause        
and        
sublime        
heavenly witness        
in a cosmic        
display        
of staggering        
stars        
with the sun        
now gone        
except        
for the warmth        
of its        
eternal spark        
still        
burning brightly        
deep        
in our swollen        
savoring        
hearts  
stirring forth  
and  
giving birth  
to this ripe  
poems  
sweet  
timeless  
primal  
song
now
sung