There lies not only my entire mind
in the firm hold of our flesh:  Hands have
forgone their furtive ciphering along
instructed lines.  We form a single page.
Volume on volume folding, entering
the dark, our lifelong outgrowths of desire
and delicate membranes of Time dissolve.

Eyes closed and sheltered under your warm neck,
I float a vessel carrying breath from head
to heart.  It carries me.  A pounding flood
of sureness irrigates my veins, bestows
the dephts of vision.  Our quiet limbs bathe
in a stream of clarity where basses
strong and in even unison resound.