We Are Young
two bodies unclothed over-ripened soft easy to tear tender to touch dance naked in the living room a sacred act the fire has hushed now turned to embers it is the warm light in your eyes that guide I do not ask more of you chide you to bend or sway to the crooks in my being I stand back and absorb you for what you are a miracle I lean close to your left ear and lend you my dreams We lay down and press together but do not enter having learned long ago that our frames are not a means to an end it is your mind having grown deeper and wider I ready to pierce it opens up And we are young again