I am a river
entering another river
plunging naked into the
depths of your mind.
Erotic dreams emerge
from the dark waters of sleep.
Perhaps you are not a river
but a flowing dimension of my desire.
Let me wrap you in wings of angels
bind you in garlands of longing,
etch my name in to your bones.
My ears shall be your confessional,
my body your comforter
and there is no sin grave enough.