napkin poem

fairly literally, terror
the specter of failing
your beauty
literally incredible
under me

face
with its new-ancient familiarity
and hair
spread everywhere
arms, breasts like ivory
and
wet
how could i possibly
know what i was doing?

blind hand-thrust
and dumb throb
i don't know
if i completed
or failed you--

literally, i don't
know
how
to love you.
but i will keep trying,
trying all over

your eyes and
mouth
like hot wet stars