anatomy class does not equal poetry, but…

there you are, my star.
a jupiter explosion poured out
on the velvet blanket of night.

i can close my eyes against your bright.
i stumble, delirious,
fall down upon something i could never imagine:
the skittering jewels that form the shape of you.

your body like a softly winding river.
your curves nesting me like a warm, sandy bank.
your legs rest against the earth, firm but giving.
the way your pale hips rise up harsh and humble,
cutting against the black dirt.

and the way your body continues,
infinitely inviting, past your smooth stomach, slightly tense.
and over the waves of your breasts, ever rising, ever crashing.
sliding into the curve of your neck, touching it,
i feel the life of you, my supernova, throbbing and pulsing
beneath taut skin.

your eyes swallow me, and i am swept away
into the ribbons of your hair, tossing and catching
the gleam of night.

my surrender: i am lost within this depth.

my knees grounded, static in the solid grains of black earth,
but i look up into you, my constellation, and feel no shame in my pleading desire.

and the wind sighs as if to say, this is just another night
this is just another desperation.