Primal Mover

there once was a word, whispered in the dark,
that became the world.

my body shivers from its echo,
begs

to forget all language except the growl, the pounce;

to pin your wrists to mangled sheets;
to close my jaws around your throat;

to propel you upward to that final sphere
where whirling seraphim
scream unto the firmament:

holy holy holy
holy fuck don't stop don't