my desire becomes primitive
when i consider the way
loving him is more than emotion
it is biological
chemical
our own space on the periodic table
elemental
i want him
with the parts of me that desire
to nurse children
eat meat
wear fur
find warmth in firelight
especially when
i am beneath him
skin wet
my hands in his beard
watching the muscles ripple
from his shoulders
down his arms
certain
i could remain there
until the next ice age