honey and sting

i don't want to think
how these atoms, the atoms of the air
you breathe, wetly, into me,
were forged
in the fires of creation
in some galaxy before this
before the last reboot
of everything

i don't want to know, now,
how, spiraling
through all narrative and time,
human desire emerged,
and what its place is
in the larger scheme of things

i only want
your breath inside me.
not the jewel of understanding
but your voice
low and rumbling
as it penetrates
my skin