Breath to breath.
Beat to beat.
I feel your body on the waves, the rolling waves.
I
feel the rhythm of the naked and the moving,
and the sighing,
and the smoothing of our skin.
Skin on skin.
Hold
my hands and we will fly naked
through the changing breathing,
satin feeling, deeper seeing, wetter being,
skin on skin.
Ancient
times in Java.
Steam rising.
Heat and the pulling the body onto land.
And then to stand.
Eyes
burning.
Sun, and escaping to the trees to smell the breeze.
Nose filling, eyes filling, ears filling,
touch full. Ah!
Now
return to the deep.
To the future we will glide,
aching through the crushing, heaving,
dying, breathing, starving, greeding,
pressing, crowding of skin on skin.
Foresee the future while you can.
