Lust

She says we are building our longing
With days at rest and nights
Full of crybaby tears.
She has arms of pure sunlight
And my tongue feels heavy and incomplete
Outside of her mouth.

I would pluck every star from the night sky
And drown them in the ocean;
I would gladly slaughter every tree,
Smother the polar caps in black tar,
Choke the life from angles,
Stab the true savior in the back
If it granted me another night of tasting her body.