I have taken you
I have fucked you
I have made love to you
In rooms and courtyards
we have given ourselves to passion
Swords of angels
crossed over our nakedness
to make love secret in the world
Nothing was withheld
All was generosity and true appetite
Why is it
even when you smile saying
yes now whenever
whenever you want me
why is it I do not believe
I will ever hold you again
or walk on the street
under my hood
with your sweet juices dried fragrant
on my lips and fingers
It makes me want to renounce you
and discover flaws in your buttocks
and cinders in the light of your face
I wait for you to damage my appetite
so I can be something more
than a hungry man
waiting for the feast
with someone less hungry than he is