Vessel

Hungry anchor to my mooring--

fastened, fierce;

glow of firelight clinging 

to surfaces, your skin 

on mine, your rage entwined

with mine, dancing flames

reaching upward, licking

the ceiling, flickering

against walls;

your eyes, dark sea of wine 

I sink into. I

shiver, my love, and you

brace me from below,

the sway of evening underway:

tide of bliss in motion, a rocking 

certainty--our souls

clasping 

into one.