being / longing

   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.