The Wait

First was the dark.

And then the light came,

How kind and gentle he was,

His mouth as honey for sweetness,

His word crawling onto my spine,

I was dumb with silence

and eager to satisfy

His breath revealed me,

His wrath consumed me,

His desire raised me,

And then again I against me.

The snake began to hiss and coil,

Pushing further my atrophy.

Won't you whisper marvels again

and make me lie, a little more.

Eden and time, raven and dove,

failed and once again at stove

to replicate, with gentle heat,

The great miracle of this one thing.

And as I lay out of the mud,

Engrave your name onto my skin,

Because have I said that I will love,

Well forgive my lie, for I am not.

You're the one that has to.