"we've blended energies, even
our atoms dance in syncopated heat."
"you're quite scientific,"
"i've married both sides...
searching for God until i discovered love."
you held me close
and we fell asleep
when the first bird sang of praise,
you wrote a poem,
i asked if you found the words,
before the tempura of daylight,
we fused raw dialects of desire
to searing flesh,
red sails churning with ocean, gravity
and wild sea,
tormented love addicts
poets and paper tigers,
our stripes blending into a primeval darkness.