Who are you lying in my arms,

my mind reaching through the dark

to touch your skin,

your hair,

your breasts crushed against my chest,

my eyes seeing you,

or the thought of you,

our minds touching

where our eyes can’t see?

And here we are

swept away by the whirlwind

of our lust,

our spirits soaring in this space

high above the atmosphere,

and though we know each other’s name,

the name we scream in our darkness,

our wonder,

our minds seeing what we need to see,

who can say what’s real,

what’s tangible,

or where our lives are lived,

or if we’ll ever know each other,

lying here

in each other’s arms.