There is a wall. Thin perhaps, clear even
Between any one person and another.
Sometimes it is very sexy.
You go through that wall
It dissolves around you and you are inside
Then there is the other person
Surprised like you are
And everything is funny, tastes funny smells funny
But it is so sexy
And you are surprised to be so turned on,
Your tastes, or perhaps your immediate attentions
As always are too easily believed -
And the dark, sharp, flinty form
At the far end of the car
Is exuberantly separated
The humid wood broached
The roots wetted
And the union!
Powerful because it is
A lust beyond an I. No self of ours
Can absorb all that bliss.
It is Making that rings in you
It is time demanding to be played out
Through you and anything that comes out of you.