The Foreign Agent

The Foreign Agent

Perhaps
in disbelief
your eyes
and ears
receive this peace
that soothes
your soul
to rest itself,

and here
in timeless lands
where you
become received
as spectacular
a beast
as ever danced
and sang
and soared
its freedom quest.

This country
in my heart
that welcomes you
to inner sense,
unfolding depth
and wanting
those as still
so guarded
sensativities,

unleashes you
to take my hand
and know a trust
that bids you stay
at home
in dreams
in my imagi-
nation.

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We often hear sex described as if it is part of a menu or shopping list of human activities. Isolated as a behavior, it seems at best a temporary assuagance of corporeal energies. In fact, it is an invitation to become interactive on an infinite number of layers of human interactivity. Talking, reading, and writing are other forms of dancing, kissing, and making love.

My sense of intimacy is that human interactivity is sensual, erotic, spiritual, cerebral, emotional, and social, whether we mean it to or not. Our even knowing of each other changes us. That we have a place to communicate at least even this freely changes us. Just knowing that someone may find our message in a bottle and not think of it only to start a fire on the beach is taking a shot among the stars and reveals the incredible odds that someone else is there and they even give a fuck for real.

I hold these interactivities as sacred and as such see us all as lovers of the same mystery, the same echo, the same darkness: Citizens of the Imagi-Nation.