He promised
More than the minuscule minute

Infinite is what
Is in his gut

On the silence of his lips
His tongue
Has sung
Of her hunger

His lung’ll pull and plumb
And become her pleasure
Under summer weather

But finger tips thrum
And snap at the thumb
And wait for all the days to blend
And never end, and act as one,
Sure as waters the shores will lap
Linked from the Moon to the Earth to the Sun
Like love’s gravitational attraction