her mouth

like white light through a prism

I enter her, a single source

only then, within her

do I separate into colors

…

of gentle force, of sucking tide

commingling of flow and pulse

of gripping seal, lubricated bond

of curse-delight and unimaginables

…

where voice is home, endearing

cavernous and carnivorous

circulation of heated truths and

moisture of wants, of obsessions

...

devourer, the snuggled fit

ripe with love's deliciousness

forevermore, the tingent verve

my final destination and rebirth