vernalagnia

thrust
back your
head
           darling, let me in--
you're making this so
  hard
for me. I must be
crazy/daft/mad
or i wouldn't put up with--
( shadows moving on the satin earth )
chase me with your fingers,
all arching
in the crescent moon, spilling
over
    -- don't
forget who you are, remind me who
i am --


take me down
    to the river
in the deep dark

let me drink
you