Vita

Oh my vita

To dine upon your skin

Tasting every honey dew dropped morsel of sweat 
That forges on your chest

Let me love you in Orlando

Taking flight through crisp waters

And broken waves

Making love upon bright beaches.

Ours was a gray kind of love

Seeping it's way past social morale or religious doctrine

Into the sand that wedged it's way between toes of ambiguity

With every biting crest

You relinquish sighs of guilt 

Into my lungs

And let me sustain you

With breaths of approbation

This sacred dance

Of flesh and spirit becoming one

Consecration 

Intertwined notes shaping our immortal symphony

We are music

We are the words carving Shakespeare’s sonnets

We are the the culmination of all that is pure and whole and holy

Let me be the voice to your quavering song 

Let me be the wine upon your barren lips

Taste me

Consume me

Shatter me.