Sex

Reason spirals to blissful nothingness,
thoughts to ecstatic monosyllable,
feelings to only sensation conscious,
as body surges to climax carnal.

Blood and breath commingle in rhythmic pulse
of an obsessive singular rapture
† where all and everything is the impulse
to come, to and with a yielding lover.

I am the enlightening of the sun,
I am the deepening of the ocean,
I am the quickening thatís a beacon
to where infinite of life is begun.

Curious that human survival comes
from there where sensual pleasure becomes.