New Heights

New Heights
when sex isn't sex but just an extension of being
that's not a pre requisite for amazing fucking, no not at all,
i hardly could call it fucking
you were a part of me a missing piece made right in a moment
hormones flying, is this real?
But you are not new
ten months old to my heart and yet you are older
you are ancient, entrusted, embedded
buried deep, integrated
tight, after five weeks, you go back in and open me back up
glorious satiation
I missed you so much, I missed you so much
doesn't seem to cut it
as you clutch my hand to your heart
then bring it to your mouth to kiss it
an entire world where our hands meet
new heights