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04/19/10 - (2)
Swaying
Whether we're listening to Vaughan Williams's The Lark Ascending, The Carpenters's "Where Do I Go from Here?," Chris Botti's "When I Fall in Love," "My Romance," "What'll I Do?," Or Randy Mayfield's "New Jerusalem," "Do You See Me?" Makes little difference to our muses, Who witness us kissing, holding our bodies so very close That we become indistinguishable from one another, Swaying, sinuously, erotically, To the exquisite music slowly bringing our intimacy to climax.
For all they know, we're the air gently stirring the trees; Twilight saying its prayers to the night sky; A lake, in far-away northern Wisconsin or the Catskills, Meditating on the sleepy contemplations of its fish; A communion of loons, mated for life eternal, Resonating, throughout the purlieus, their orgasmic tremolos; A full moon hovering in its immaculate incandescence; Mere inconspicuous human beings, lovers, Breathing in and out, out and in, each other's breath.
This cool mid-April Monday evening, Not in your sensual arms, voice, veins, mind, spirit, Missing how completely we blend our separate identities, Fuse our psyches into a dimension transcendent, When we're together, when togetherness is our soul, I evoke the music that sings our Song of Songs immortal, To bring our muses back into our divided lives, And, in a measure, arpeggio, note, echo, pause, You and I are woven in each other's naked embrace, swaying.
04/19/10 - (2)
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