Whose body has opened
Night after night
Harbouring loneliness,
Cancelling the doubts
Of which I am made,
Night after night
Taste me upon you.
Night and then again night,
And in your movements
The bed’s shape is forgotten.
Sinking through it I follow,
Adrift on the taste of you.
I cannot speak clearly about you.
Night and then again night,
And after a night beside you
Night without you is barren.
I have never discovered
What alchemy makes
Your flesh different from the rest,
Nor why all that’s commonplace
Comes to seem unique,
And though down my spine one answer leaks
It has no way to explain itself.