Universal Love Song

by Daniel Kilpatric

I cannot get

close enough, even inside

the wet warmth and gentle sway

of your tropical seas, even inhaling

the purple perfume dream of your blooming

lilacs, even filling my mouth with

your tart sweet juice

after I peel a peach.

I do not want to watch waving fields

of your sun-honeyed strands. I want

to be their tassels

trembling when you breathe. Let me be

your warm touch in the morning,

your cool caress in the dark, drops of you

rippling your surface,

the chirping you make

because you can fly.