for him

I know you are the moon
in waves I gravitate toward you
cresting flooding
riding your sweet cadence
following the sweat of your light
intoxicating sober
I worship you with the tips of my
fingers and tongue
I can taste all the words soaked into
the salt of your skin
we have a bed of sand and blanket of sky
and you stay with me until the sun blinks
and the horizon splices us back into our
separate worlds