A Salute To Sex

You were always the desire to engulf another,
from a billion murky years ago, when
two single cells,
tired of tearing themselves apart, touched
and together performed the
first romp.
Membrane to slippery membrane,
an offering of guts
within another's guts,
your shaken cocktail of life was born,
held in filmy folds and emerging as
complete and new.

You hungered for more.
The world swelled
bright with your vanity.
The flowers flushed with your longing, the mantis
lost his indulgent head, the deer was crowned
for your attention.
You painted the peacock
and taught him to dance.

You festered on the old, furry dung of horses,
shooting out your spores,
dying to be
devoured again
in patches of greener grass.
You created symphonies
between two bees, clinging in mid air, fat with
your nectar.

You made
my lover.
You gave me his breath
on my breast.
You budded beads of
salt along his back and entangled
my hair in his fingers, my head caught
in the curve of his shoulder, whispers of worship
muffled in the tumble towards
your promise.

You instilled a sense of
the sacred
in us,
in things that bloom
and die and bloom.

You stirred the matrix of the earth,
waiting for things to come.