Whose Body Has Opened

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.