of this night

you fill me
so completely,
your tongue, your speech, your fingers
go swimming in my veins.

you make me feel
so deeply
i taste the ocean every night,
the patterns of its seashells
still pressed into my palms
when i fumble for words in the morning. 

i blossom like an orchid,
rare and podshaped,
strangely preeminent
under your gaze.
an open womb inside a girl’s young frame,
aflame.

you are the love
of this life,
of this night
and the next.