Our Animal Selves

Sometimes life is just the thing itself.
Nothing magic.
Nothing sacred.
Nothing wagered toward the future other than our physical being.
Sometimes the raw fulfilling of base desires
is holiness enough to keep tormenting spirits at bay.

And so, we each possess the other as we see fit in these moments,
groping hands touching all that can be touched.  
Our unmeasured thrusts find their rhythm as the separate impulses and desires of our darkness make us one flesh.

Pulses of lightning fire ignite at the base of our skulls, rushing down our spines as we hold tightly to what we’re powerless to stop.
Finally, we share the determined euphoric release
as creamy cascades of white light flow from one into the other
to commemorate all that we have been or might ever become.

For these few moments, we are human in the fullest sense,
placing our existence entirely at the mercy of the other.  
We trust only in our shared characteristics of flesh and desires,
knowing that spirits and souls might follow.

The earth can be trusted.  
In our physical attraction, the fibers of land and space fire against one another to bring beads of light across our blinded eyes that celebrate our guiltless nakedness and the soft beauty of our animal selves.