Nymphaea

I have given you my mouth
and you have given me the night.

Wet, scent, petals and lips,
the gift of an open gate.

your spark between my lips
one more moment to be hidden in dream

thousands of mouths, wet and floating,
shining under Ra’s eyes,
golden and blue.

Queen of the ocean
i’m just an echo
in your breath

a small fire in the darkness
she licks the wounds clean
wrestles the beast of unrest.

waiting at her altar
A river of tears
gods running threads
in their hands

What makes you surrender love?
opening your solar tongue
to the rain of heaven.

Lifting your sweet
blue belly
to the hungry bees,
drunk on your breast.

-Sage L. Maurer