Revelation

Loving you is like fucking an orange
until trees spring to life from its seeds.

I’m birthed through the eyes of your memory.

We lay together and mix like paint
blending onto the floor, transforming the colors of a room.
Bystanders hallucinate from inhaling our dreams.

It’s the way you can hollow out two weeks
and fill them with eternity.
It’s the urge for permanence that built the pyramids.
It’s the question that calls us into the air.
We fit together like ligaments.

You place me to your lips and I burst
like a thick stemmed cherry.
The seed spills onto your tongue.
I erupt from the pit of me with the urgency of birth
and fill you like a congregation.
Inside you, I conceive of God.

Loving you is like grasping an avalanche.
Birds become confused and begin to orbit overhead.
We fall open and bloom into supernova
burning like incense, intoxicating the furniture.
Each wall gazes inward, longingly.
The house grows dark as electrons lose consciousness.

Only heathens have this fervor;
we fuck like foreplay was contagious.
You spasm like a heretic
and call to every god that knows your name.
I have swallowed your womb.
Generations emerge from my throat as I whisper our secrets.

Your breath is sacred like knowledge passed to children.

Loving you is like riding a dragon.
You fill my mind until I’m pregnant with expectation.
I nurse you with the milk of my descendents.
I penetrate you like knowledge and you come to revelation.

We breathe each other’s breath
and part only for the joy of coming together.
We embrace the way water embraces the earth.

Gravity is our only law.
It draws me toward you.