I.You are a horizon, a thin straight line that bends effortlessly
and becomes an astounding ball of light.
You are ineffably sexy.
A scorching heavenly body that falls and cures me of my lingering longing,
timing out my restlessness,
leaving me aghast with shame, and on fire.
You are a horizon,
I, the blistering errant speck,
Sometimes, in your throat.
To effect change solely by desiring. (My attitude and behavior.)
To see change solely on the basis of desiring. (My pleasure and suffering.)
IV.A line so thin has never stretched so far. Yet, while neither have thought of
crossing, we are to an other like trees passing against the empty road. Drawn to and strewn with thoughts of driving through your garden, your den. Therein I lie within my wanting. Not that “I am” is an other any more or less of the same that you are.
What is the difference between fantasy and transcendence, between trespassing and exile, between the bed and the dancefloor?
Flying, I pick up your thoughts, lover.