Where do we go, says the mind lost in the throes
of passion while intermingling bodies
search one another’s abandon,
always to hold each other where
we might reach again, and steady,
seek that place we might suspend …
the physical seems to be our playground.
We can dance inside the quiet peace
settle into a long somehow forever touch,
that is surreal in endeavor, unbridled desire
finds me searching an urgency to keep
climbing, to wonder aloud a certain strength
guides me closer, wants to embrace,
toward that softening skin of sweet caress,
an assurance – it is that time again … eyes.