Saturday Morning Poem by L C Vieira

There is no moment like this one with you,
no bed as welcoming,
no morning to greet me as you do.

You cover me with goose down
and warm legs around me,
cooling my long-night heat
with frozen grapes for my lips.

Half dreaming, I look out -
your great locust, our tent
beneath its trim of snow.

I move with hunger
long past the generations,
old goddess spilling with me,
scent and slippery stickiness,
your feast.

You whisper in my ear,
'I love you, I love you, I love you, '
and I smile to know this well.