Call it Lust

Cells in formation
in form and dividing
ever-blooming the blood
turning over in lungs

In breath I count your heat,
you, a mitochondrial furnace
webbed by ganglia and lymph
a mystery of order.

And I want it all
I want to read the legends on your tongue
I want to write in hormone to your brain
to hear the quiet voices that you fear

I want to speak in the first person
to you and from you
I want all that lives and divides
that indulges in form, binds together
all that ascends and we rename