Living Flesh of My Life

A piercing blue stare awaits me
in the morning as I sit on your shore.
It was the sun,
reflected off the deepest pocket of azure sky.
I await in your arms,
and cry out to heaven your name.
A seraph with a trumpet once came,
assuring me the mellow sound of
brass and wind,
will not sound until you leave me.
This will hurt so I pray
using your lips and tongue as my soul
and your smiling face as my wave.

Be gone! all doubles of self!
For the test of time is now
and the wind brings sweet songs
and smells from no other land than ours.

Entwined in bed, wanton rise
In love at the table, behave right so
there is a man in the snow,
and a man in the sun

Turn your autumn shade toward me
and let me lie
with the living flesh of my life
to comfort me until death