Of Intimacy...

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When doors closed
and darkness spread
we met
lighting up each other
and the one life.
Our spirits united
to lift us into the world
yonder
where no one
not even a thought
can enter, nay, peep.
We bared our bodies
and our souls
so that we could touch
each other in the deepest
cores
and light that fire
to rocket us into
the unknowable space.
As I sit here alone
I carry those intimate
moments all over
and all into me.

In Coldness 4

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When I am alone
not a soul in sight
I can speak to the 
floor and the roof
the columns and the beams
the walls and the windows;
they watch everything 
bear everything and 
hear everything I say.
They are at peace
doing their job
come hell or high water
their touch is sure and not
fleeting
they return everything you give.
Great friends, thank you
for your coldness and warmth
both you gave unreservedly.