Amber Dusk, #107 by Kris @ EcclesiastesOneTen
I want to love / to dappleGrant me the cardinal privilege of living, as light,
within the waters of you:
a collection of golden rays and bronzish beams
hurtling lightyears and lightyears from the breast of a sizzling sun
to alight against each of your surfaces.
Indulge this: these warmish bands striking, like fingertips,
in every angle upon the skin of your water. A keening soundless caress
that melts / unseams / blooms / infuses
strand-like into those depths
’til all your body is an ambrosia, ripe and sloshing,
every crest and swell honeyed with the taste of me;
and when all this is done,
let’s call this love,
let’s make believe this throbbing warmth masquerading as a body is less than a pantheon,
a series of gods awakening one after another between our fingertips.