Night Honey

The night runs her wild honey over me.
Pressed up against my back,
pawed along thigh,

ballooned above me in sweet crustations,
sparkling breath engorged between us.

An amber moon floats sticky cells
where darkness dips and ripples.

We are soft together, she and she,
tasting edges of sugar,
spinning our trihedral forms to floss -
filaments of night and light.