Taken

I long for your hunger

to reach in and take me,

awaken me to your heart,

like when you wake in the night

and like a lone traveler in the desert

or a voyager lost at sea

and with unmediated instinct,

you turn and reach out

and take me

as though I were a ripe piece of fruit,

fresh from the tree

and without a word you quench

your parched mouth

at the nape of my neck,

drawing forth the hidden meaning of me

and calling me home to you

as with the full breadth of your hands

you wrap the cusp of my haunches

and drink deeply of me

and I am taken so exquisitely beyond

my own resistance to your love.

In an instance you strip from me

the farce of my withholding

and in that moment I come to know myself

as the long cool drink of the universe.

Lucy Pierce © 2013