As a boy I dreamed your nipples
red and swollen in my lips,
prayed for your breath
gone wild in my ear.
I’ve been to war since
and lost my fear of battle
but laying with you now
terrifies me more.
In the house of the golden moon,
my clothes piled in a beam of light,
I meekly submit
to your sharp commands.
I hear the nakedness of your voice,
your coarse curses,
collapse small and helpless
in your warm lather.
Then you laugh and laugh
knowing you have won,
keep me awake all night
debating if God is He or She.