Bite my lip
Until she bleeds like blossoms from the cherry tree
I stay awake all night for you
I am a hive of bees
The juice of wild strawberries
I am the quiver
on the arrow
Pull me back towards you
tell me where to go
tell me what’s good for me
Let me give you all my honey
It is the wilderness of my body
The rosebuds on my breasts
the briars between my legs
and the blackberry that you bit.
where first you meet the spirit.
In the pale spectre of a rainy morning
we watch each other undress
and I taste gentle dawn in the virgin night,
in the milk of the moons surrender
on your lower lip.
Sionnachaí 