Friday poem 4: luminous familiar


The sky-eyed face that buries itself
In my chest is luminous familiar
All the breath
all those ins those outs

The pupil’s yawn
that orchid mouth
Span of forehead my own
To claim and paste with kisses

Even if we were not suckled together
This embrace
Repeated and repeated
A dance of hunger and relief

The ‘o’ of your needs
To the full stop of my nipple
The curlicue of your body
To the asterisk of my hand

At the break of night
Or fall of day
One eating the tail of the other
No beginning or exact end.