Alabama’s harmonizing Take Me
Down and we’re in sync stripping off our clothes
on this space shuttle of a couch, bodies
now colliding like planets at great close
of history. Love, I explore surface
of your shining flesh, eager fingertips
reconnoitering every curve, crevice
as our breathing rhythms one, our pressed lips
flexing, tongues massaging as we orbit
from shy flinch to delirious passion.
What is living but forsaking habit
for plunging in some perilous ocean
toward dissolving, feeling our lost bodies
form again, joy igniting in our eyes?
Roger Armbrust
December 9, 2011
