Where the limits
Thwart our
Desire to go deeper
Unable to get close
Enough when we are
Already
Wrapped
Buried
Subsumed
And as we look
Into one another
Seeing the spark
Of divinity
Awash with it
And anxious with
The need to remain
Locked and trembling
On the edge of
An ecstasy which
Almost frightens us,
And desperate to
Slip these bodies
We use with abandon,
To go into the warm
Ocean of oblivion,
And find one another
In a dissolution of
Being so acute
You smell me
On your skin
For days afterwards
MB Blissett 