Let It First Taste

If this raw flame
should go out,
let it first taste
the vibrant fast twitch
muscle fiber
of willing thighs,
and the quivering
tuning forks' reach across
an unknown universe,

let it taste
the doomed sea floor
heartbroken
before the mermaids' rescue
and your heroic lips
pressed into my soul's
secret retreats

let it taste
the sublime upheavals
of your victories
violent with wet perfume
and feast in
its humid bliss

let it taste,
and I will forever embrace
the drenching
of my light