When alive and in the ever present,
absent thought or feeling, a certain sense,
genital in genesis and lucent,
fills my whole being subtle and immense.
Momentís breath held in artful death mimic
unlocks the mindís door to lifeís potential,
and beyond pale constriction of logic
a light spine wonders me in an idyll.
Eye is prism fulcrum where light and sex
intersect, intertwine and cohabit
in sensuous generative reflex
revealing body as lifeís soul spirit.
Body is just intelligent and dumb
enough to bring to light a life lightsome.