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.
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.