Here's an oldie but a goodie. I wrote this back in the late 80s, I think. Hope you like it...

Poet as Chalice

I arch over the bed
like some marble triumph,
whimpering, blind, drunk on you.
I grip you with secret muscles
you can only know by proxy,
explored with fingers and tongue.
My hands know you,
every shape of you.
The taste of you is imprinted,
primitive,
on my every cell.
You make me sing...
syllables drawn from some ancient well.
I am deep water.
I am your Grail.
Drink your fill,
this wine is yours.