Drinking nectar

It is running to
drip
drip
dripping
heart of incandescence
it is soft revelations
whispering
tender incantations
beneath
the flesh
of
you
it is the unseen world
of our salt body
limbs
woven
it is hip
held up
by your other one
it is the drinking
of honey nectar
from your
spine
where
the
sweet
could not
be
sweeter.