I remember one leg in the east
another in the infinite west
and you thrusting through my mississippi
or my nile or my euphrates
threatening to break me with the force of
your sex
with the youth of your sex
and the power of that thing called love
it was an autumn
and this in winter
late december cold
heated when i remember the shine of your face
and the gloss of your face
and the sweat all on your face,
down your eternal body
paused in the illusion of its
middle at the small of your back
relaxed, sighing
that day i was like the goddess enthroned
enthroning
and you were, shaking
quaking
coming,
coming home