Too many nights, he said
we fall in bed
so late that sleep
seems like the most attractive option.
We need to make the time
to let the sweet desires arise
to let our consciousness entwine
our skin to hum, our hands to find
each other, and our heat to press together
the compelling friction generate
electric sparks, rejuvenate
our sodden hearts, invigorate
the inner currents underneath our skin
the lights across the many miles within
so that we know
our next traverse of day
though walked alone
will call out chimes of common coursing spirit
in tones so strong that everyone can hear it.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2011
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