This Be The Place

This be the place,
where fingers meet
in secret rendevous,
and the touch itself
concentrates all meaning;

where the world stands still
and we do the turning;
perfectly aligned bodies
in a starry constellation;

how the mind
arcs energy,
one finger touching
another burnished
in lightening,

creating a merciless sun
that honey roasts
the magical canopy
of your skin;

housed in the deepest
room of you,
fear flies from
an ego pyre purified;

naked and desired
thoughts talk untired
when love resides
in even the smallest
of its states;

all worldly hates
wait far away
from my true,
when this be my final
resting place with you.

From the collection: "The Story of Living Things" >>

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