As the summer slides from my hips to my thighs I cannot tear myself from thoughts of your wild-cat eyes. How your hands would caress with such deftness and exactness traversing my buttresses and valleys as one who has known a land since before memory began not a step mislaid you find my secretive sun-filled glades bring forth lakes where once there were none til the whole mountainside crumbles and trembles. I was trying to remember the first time I said I love you. Humidity and a summer night and sweat of bodies pressing together ecstacy taking flight opening up every pore of pleasure every tingling sensual receptor. My reserves of sadness a sea-glass jar of tears shattered on the rocks. I wanted to be carried away on that tide of yours so I clung to you asked you never to leave me. If my words are playful yours are masterful you take dun threads of reality and spin phantom worlds that I want hide inside flee from the mundanity that we both despise you're a composite of contradictions somehow there's truth in your lies. How to not be together? When we're quantum particles and one's actions affect the other even at a distance that only the light of the most distant star can traverse. No one can explain this poetry of physics: how when you stub out your cigarette at the polar end of the city the cold ash comes to settle on my heart; how as your eyes close I fall asleep, and dream of you and when the hot core of your doomed star burns out not a spark of your energy will disappear but will elide into other forms maybe I've already had my fair share of your light lending my moon its sensual glow Why can't I let you go?