IV - Nobody comes in here with words
In the middle of the night I wake to your dream,
the dream where you were.
The body half surrendered
tongue mouth fingers
outstretched bridges
to the gyrating rock of desire.
Your embrace in another embrace,
rose-pink the breasts where I suck.
In the middle of the night
I wake and repeat holy holy
the bread has been devoured
the honey the wine and the cherries.