You hover above, wetting
Your tongue on my warm
And perfect response —
We lift higher than words
On these flaps, there is so much
More in every gesture
Than the body, however wholly
Activated and fed
Can take lying down (or sideways).
There is so much love
To be expressed
On either side,
Breast and eye, belly
And cry, the rose
Of desire intermingles
With the archangels
As they leave the stage
For us alone to dance.
And dance we must, every
Beat of the heart that is
Life here on earth.
We must clasp hands
And glide to the strings
Of our being,
To puncture
The void
With all that explodes
From our natural, permanent
Love for the only
One that exists
For love, the all
That is, every heartbeat
Choreographed for grace,
Voluptuousness,
The snake tango strike
And perpetual purr,
The clasp of a million lives
Together
As if there are two,
Ooh only one,
How is it I can
Even say this to you?
