I hover over her,
she is the Water
she is the Great Deep
then I disgust myself with greed,
kissing and biting and licking as though ravenous
wild-eyed,
delirious,
pigging-out.

I impose myself
show great kindness to her large soft breasts
impale myself over and over on her sharp brown flesh
she is twenty-five and smells of god.
I am a saint.

I make my way down to her thighs
she says no, pulls up my head
turns me over, goes down on me instead
she is merciful and full of grace

who are you? I wonder
as I consider the expressions on her face,
the flickering light of pleasure
the yearning, behind closed eyes, to come
who are you
you in whom I move

come,
she says
come now,
show me who you are,
and I dissolve beneath her lips