I like to run my fingers

Through your chest hair

Down along the bare skin on your sides

To the place on your hips with stretch marks that match mine

And then further

Scorching the dark skin of your peaceful inner thighs.

If I'm patient

I'll start over

If I'm not, I'll use my nails

Tracing every bump and filament that leads to your center

With a slowly increasing frequency

Until you're holding your breath, and I'm holding your cock

And all its most human ambitions.

Do you think when we were nothing, when our bodies were unformed

And then later, when they spilled onto the Earth

As innocent masses of secular glee,

Do you think a soul could guess what it would be like

To make a blistering summer happen in your lover's body

Do you think the sun knows

That it's a star.