Have you ever been in love
she asked
she was young

her dress was light
and rode up high
skin smooth there

a breast fell open
a nipple, red
it scratched my arm,
gouged

i'm hot, and alive

Cut me, cut me
your razor, your nipple

cut me open and make me alive

May i come closer?
. . . . . eyes asking
. . . . . . . . . . eyes, yes
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . loving.

i want to be close, our spirit free to travel.
. . . . . your body asking for my freedom,
. . . . . . . . . . finding it in the caress of your nearness

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . you give it with your asking

our clothes abandon us
. . . . . and we abandon them, for each other.
hello, we both say. new friends we are tonight.
. . . . . . . . . . begin this moment . . .

we move to one another, move for one another
. . . . . . . . . . (because of)
motion for motion, rhythm for rhythm, heat for heat
. . . . . . . . . . love for love
. . . . . greeting, skin meeting
touching curves, curves opening to be touched
. . . . . 'asking curves', curves giving
. . . . . . . . . . finding curves (hungry)
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . mouths
. . . . . your lips and mine searching, fully, for the taste
(finding, losing, finding . . . ) of togetherness.
. . . . . ever searching, (beautifully hopeless search)

. . . . . my body feels yours as the rest of the universe. and
i am included, in the remembering of oneness
with you.
. . . . . my hands touch you and i am exploring myself. it's
so obvious with you.

. . . . . . . . . . our bed
. . . . . skin reaching out fondly, playfully, creatively
. . . . . . . . . . becoming every moment, every movement . . . . . (warm)
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . creating each other
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ourselves
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . self
. . . . . . . . . . selfcreation

. . . . . i know you don't like games. tonight there are no games
being played; unless you call love a game.
. . . . . . . . . . - if it is, there is laughter in our play

. . . . . your arms return me to now, thank you.
. . . . . . . . . . and i am in the sky
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . i am the sky
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . with you
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and the earth

(though in reality you love another)

i am the earth and sky with you

Afterbeingyours i understand anew
. . . what floating it is, the day -
. . . . . . and night mostly too.
And also it works in a way much fuller still
. . . how sight of this daynight
. . . . . . alights thisifeel
explained notsomuch how nor with why's digging voice
. . . but in touchable motion
. . . . . . upon me - sans choice.
Likewith when eyes deep breathein rounding returning soft circlings of she
. . . plays a s-l-o-wrubbing INpelvic song -
. . . . . . this on me
stirring warm fresh of freedom found round in the center of "let go"
. . . falling backwards (felt ahead) into
. . . . . . noneof "I know".
It explains it as NOW with no question or prod
. . . and notevenwith wonder (old worn friend -
. . . . . . worn old god).
So it is yourbeing whichhas brought me to be -
. . . floating now in this moment
. . . . . . of nowyouisee.