I want to know Us.
I want to know and kiss every inch of those brown tattooed arms
and know the smell of your neck.
I want to know those hands on this waist and ass and pulling pulling down
I want to know going out together
into that explosion of bliss and empty light
and coming coming back
to a sea of spacious sensation
and satisfied leisurely kisses
And all this “I want” is fearful.
And hidden, in the word,
What is satisfaction?
Only through division
– that unique quality of the conceptual-
can the idea of completion be entertained.
First what is beyond wholeness must split itself into parts-
shadow and light.
you and me.
and then the dance is on.