tantric circle

extremes again these days

those nibbling polarities that can only

manifest themselves

zealously,

yet profoundly,

inside emotions,

pleasurable,

sincere

for her I am becoming so close-

a tantric circle,

one,

yielding purely

surrender,

closer to another heart as I have ever been

still further in distance,

millions of miles away

two trains speeding by in opposite directions,

passengers jumping off

telegrams written in different languages-

she the stranger

me, the corpse

now any mediocrity has disappeared,

gone is the constant monotonous tone of normality,

having tasted that bitter fruit

not wishing to grow old yet

as we are fated to grow only younger

Bisbee,

1980