When I create my love for you in my heart,
Secretly, it’s a black alchemy, a recipe
Without directions, accomplished all out
Of order. Eat of it anyway! Eat every pie.
There is a deliciousness in this mystery
We consume, one that has us lick our fingers
And wipe round our lips with our tongues.
Discard every question but how to linger
In the slow soft light that gently comes
After our tumultuous lovemaking.
All the candles of heaven, falling stars and comets,
Have been hushed in our mutual taking.
Now is the time of quiet, and the time
Our murmurs slur most toward the sublime.