Let forth the dappled light
of the tree upon your sleeping skin
leaves scattered like Cumaeā€™s visions
upon your dreaming flesh

Last night we were bathed in reverie
paths we have not yet taken
and lovers not yet taken to bed
finding hope what we call possibility

You rode atop me charging prayers
cum soaked benedictions to tomorrow
awakening each inhalation echoing lust
shuttering at my touch

Longing for our blessings born
for sun and the dancing forms below
screaming our yet to be
toes curling as shallow breath rings out

What is a prayer but a noble truth
lit with will and needful bound
palm to palm and cock to cock
singing take me in and make me true