Her touch has a way

of saturating the depths

of who I am

Freeing me from

love’s discrepancies

or the longing of superficial acts

Desire returns again and again

even after rhythmic pleasures

have stop riding harmonic waves

The philosophical definition of me

is a man who has her has his identity…

Allow me to use our

anatomies more spiritually

Find the reasons

why your touch forms

the contours of my frame

and why the insertion of these thoughts 

palpitate in the curvatures of you