True North

(I wrote like a fiend while I was away....)

Oh how I love your bones.
Solid skeletal
formations beneath
hard muscle,
sinew, soft mounds fleshy.
Kissable,
every inch
of crumbling into me.
You take root deep
within
where the fire burns.
Slow,
but constant energy.

And, oh,
how I love that
crown
of hair, your
shading canopy
restful.
Let me bliss your beauty.
Let me roll myself in your flesh
please
let me
awaken to you.

The compass points to home.