When your blood song is done
And the wind sighs through your teeth
I will come to you
Bearing wine in my mouth
Like fish carried to a nestling

When your cry has echoed its last
And your lungs are raw yet sweet
I will come to you
Salving you with honeyed movement
To famish your hunger with opulent sweat

When your leopard stretch has ebbed
And your long-limbed succulence stilled
I will come to you
Drinking from you with eyes alight
Like water pulls water from capillary wells

When your sleep has consumed you
And you rise and fall like cities and churches
I will come to you
Glancing your curves with breath like milk
To nourish you with my pulse

And as you navigate your night
I will await my time
Adrift on your murmuring currents
Awaiting my time to swim your sea
To stroke once more towards home