All this sexual tension
between the earth and sky
saturates my day with pornographic
feelings, inside the lightning field
generated by their dancing.
No wonder we can’t concentrate
falling into pools
of their post-orgasmic sleep
emerging years later, older
without ambition, time for once
absent from our mouths.
I love you
with some of the love
thick and clear, that slides
between their long glances.
Stand between them
or feel excluded
be like a piece of air
moving between them
right into lungs,
into cells, into skin
with me.
