Alone With Two Of You.

The creation of your light
on my clay
Painted by wildness
and desires
Fire and my blood and
the life being invented
from many sides as I
learnt about roots
that I now love and know
nothing would ever be lost

I with two of you
on the floor
living inside
and outside and in tremendous hunger
a mirror reflecting nakedness
crackling in fire
living in a flow of days and nights
her hands on me and my head swinging
breathing against each other
building a universe all within
our freedom