Tautology

Your eyes are amber honey
as you smile
THAT smile
indecent descant
come love
come
let us lay hands
on the truth
the heart
the ache of being
let us sing salvation
in kisses
belonging in whispers
sighs
to count hours
days
years
until our timely death.
Your pulse on my tongue
tacit we bend
supple strength backs
vaulted
simple church of the body
praying
that God does not notice
how we cannot help
our human nature
rife dissent against
the inevitable fall.
Your smile
anticipates my breath
lifts me
tanglewood brimming
with promises
of thorns that carefully
wound caramel flesh
that I may lap them
in the dark
lashes against cheek
after our release.