mating

rolling on the mossy landscape
wide spaces... endless stretch.

what will stop me?
what will stop this motion

of words born for a space
void, and dark....

darkness was the light, its own language
unique, defying senses---

I lie here. I feel everything. I sense them.
and as the senses inebriate with the beauty of mating

i see myself in you. frail in my power
weak in my conquest.