Coherence

Curl up to me, curl into
Me, curl all around me —
Let our roots and our branches
Forget the ground
And find only a sky

A cloud of scattered
Particles cohere
Into lush calligraphy
Over this world
Where the moon glows red

Your name
Is sugar on my tongue,
And I am starving.

Be here when I wake,
That I might speak
With this dream of you
Still on my tongue,

That you might taste
From my mouth
What it is to want you.