come far

what a beautiful mask-

tensing up to tie every muscle
from your toes to weary mind
the tremor travels lines
of muscle
chest to widened thigh

its poetry prose not porn
this sex; divine
making lady earth quake
while above i fly

look me in the eye
how many times had i made love to mirrors
in the dark 'hind lids of lowered eyes

this room was thick
before the space between us thinned
room for a changing you and i
thats what intimacy is - try