Ovule Like the Crucible

The breach of your petals folding back

The placement of time like seeds

Illuminating a woman in constant bloom

Dancing in redolent garb

Calling to me in midnights of the public tease burlesque

Of the steps for them and the standing still for me

I sense the silence in the stream like a drip

I could once savor

A bead upon the tongue like a capsule of eternal

Captive as the whole god damn universe swirling in a single moment

Lingering in the distance of your eyes upon that stage

To me seated here as if the audience split the clouds

Between the bodies and me, nothing and the compass needle

I felt like a lightning rod magnetized clock stroke of heaven

Vibrating through your legs tilted up in heels adorned in feathers

Pasties and tigresses strut 

As if bare skin disguised you better than any Scheherazade fabric

Swirling in a pensive dervish where your thoughts pull me in

Like a centripetal hurricane wanting to be at the center of the destruction you cause

For I know

The wooden beams strewn and levies breached

The mud lines of selfish calling that make your voice

More siren than mermaid calling men into rocks

I am at the mercy of your flower bristling my lips in nectar’s sip

My hands cupping the curves of your tidal pull away and in

I see death coming and I don’t care

Kill me; gnash me in the harbors of your sweet petals

And I will gasp to swallow heaven in my last

Seeing you dive back into darkness

Telltale fluttering mask upon mask, I did bask

In the sanctum of your personhood, your humanity did trace her fingers

Upon my biceps gripping firmness into softness

Starting the melting of a man like re-evaluated clay

That this was the kiln of what could be

Your ovule like the crucible of love’s deconstruction

To see the unlimited of what you are beyond the stage-name

Into the girl, into the woman

Into my bedroom like a fire lit

Seeing it all

Burn