the thought of you is a pleasure
it’s that scent that has a texture
like smooth laughter
slick tangling of skin
and velveted passions
sparring words like swords
we strip bare
down to the bones
of the most intimate truth

there’s a sweetness
that blossoms
in the space torn open
in the way we lock horns
tangle webs
regenerate from conflict
the constant friction
touching a spot
there somewhere
pealing off
the layers of your old skin
so the way it happens
is not as important
as the fact that it’s happening
being present in the ongoing
now is the opportunity
to surf the wave of factors
that translate into the ride
that is this one life

your life,
actually

-arya sunyata