the goddess

i can still sculpt a semblance of you now

nape of your neck
dart of your tongue
run of your fingers
shortness of your breath
arch of your back
lilt of your breast
heat of your sex

i drank you in till i was sure i would drown
saw the depths of the sea in your eyes
smelt the damp soil in your scent
heard the build of a storm in your cry

you washed over me in waves
buried me in the earth
and moaned a funereal hymn

and like so i died in your arms

now words are gone
seemingly unthinkable
unnecessary
for there is nothing to explain
no one to explain to

who else but you could understand

that there is only the now of watching you die a little

over and over