“I keep having extremely naughty dreams with us…and we feast, cook together and have more sex”
was what he said to me, after his month in the desert.
Life is rich with ravaging moments, painful hungers, gnawing cravings, needs.
In those times, he knows
I will be his body and soul food.
Your eyes open to me again like ancient doors
and I yearn to enter the dark obsidian cavern of your heart.
Light a fire there and cook in my earthenware pots,
feed you my unbridled love,
this hot and tender melancholy that you breathe into me.