Still alive, we drift away
as lovers do when aroused
by divinity, in pain, burning deeper,
ever deeper in under the nails,
we devour it in sleep, yet not unquenched,
there, as when the summit of farewell looms
on the other side,
our shared hunger
spins the great wheel alongside time and space —
if I reach out with my hand, they’re pulled away
and sway, sway, sway me
down into the whirlpool,
I eat them like peaches, luscious, succulent
by dawn’s side
and finally, together sun-filled
we find tranquility, the only ones awaken
in this colossal maw.