When your soft body lays in soft repose
I see you twice, with both a man’s desire
At once to want you in more active pose,
Yet once again transcending blood and fire.

Such as? A form within an artist’s eye
That speaks eternal patterns more sublime
Than gross corporeal clay in fleshy guise
So ultimately lost in space and time.

Of frequencies apart from siren’s wail,
Of Mirrors dark reflecting eyesight rude
Of beauty that persists beyond the veil
of two dimensions, granite block extrude.

But hold that off another time or day,
For sweet your body warm upon
my fingers beg your trembling strings to play,
the music of your moaning calls anon.

I would we slake our thirst in each our flesh
In soft collision, entangled loin to loin

Our arms embrace, our bodies join.