Sweet angel with a devil in her tongue,What do I think of as I wake beside you?
—Why couldn’t we have met when I was young
—Dear God, I hope to hell I satisfied you
—The way your belly slaloms to your hips
—The brush of stubble on your inner thighs
—How yes and no lie teasing on your lips
—How passion makes a lighthouse of your eyes
—And even though I know your heart’s a shore
With footprints everywhere, I will die trying
To be for you what no one’s been before:
A sheltered harbor full of love undying—
Empty of all but safety, rest and ease
Where you can anchor any time you please.