You open beneath me
like earth splitting
to devour the sky.

I descend willingly,
a man worshipping nothing
but your trembling body,
the storm inside your skin.

Your nails write words
down my back,
each scratch another line
of love only our bodies
can translate.

In this fierce and tender madness,
we lose the taste of daylight,
hungering only
for the dark miracle
of flesh upon flesh.