Making love beneath the full moon

Darling, life becomes us
slowly, hairless and shaking -
until every night is

fireflies and our dreams
unrelenting in the dance
ceaseless in the song

this is the mad heart
of sex and sexlessness
of passion and apathy - us

in a word, in a voice,
in a slow tongue, a fast 
touch, hidden and hard

Beloved, life becomes us
quickly, stoic and joyful -
until every morning

the loons call
a cool lapping
a hot longing

this is the calm heart
of sexlessness and sex
of hurt and passion - we

in the word, in the voice,
tongues entwined, thoughts
becoming fingertips on flesh.

Darling, life - becomes us.