Seven Reasons to Go to Bed with You

to hear your tongue’s waves
push into my shore

            to ride the steady echo
            of your heart’s insistent calls

to sail your cloud of skin
as it seeps into my pores

            to mingle with your current
            as you smooth over my edges

to feed a small volcano
with the rumble of your tremors

            to curl like a cave
            swallowed in your arms

to drift into dreams
on the words of your hands