First Ceremony

First Ceremony

You lie a novice on my bed

delightful, earthy, mild.

You appear to sleep

and I’m beside myself

when my hands unfold

their poverty on your hair.

I find you naked, I am myself

naked, amazed,

a shimmer, wretched,

and soft. What can I do

blinded and mute.

Bewildered? You keep

your gaze ferocious, hungry

devouring the dark,

your sex wet and hurting

with the memory of your first

ejaculation, your lips no longer in need

of the child you were.

Your way of being licks me

like a dog, a wild horse.

Your navel makes my head rotate.

I tend my hand towards your thighs

and blow by blow they separate,

and meet, and turn into a fiery gap

in turmoil on the bed sheet.

Take me, kneel, and separate,

come back, hurtle, howl.

All of a sudden you slit

my darkness and rain

inside me!