I want what fire craves
to hold everything always
to burn through appearance
like flames shattering a mirror.
I want what summer promises
in breezes perfumed by honeysuckle,
jasmine, and rhododendron blossoms
when heat quickens the senses
during nights of unforgettable lovemaking
like poems in which you
encircle every line.
I want what water clenches
when deep-rooted trees are swept away
by the river’s flood tide.
I want what compost and soil sustain,
tenderness turning flesh into lightning’s afterimage
with pleasure that can keep no secrets.