Who We Really Are

We come

Hard before each other

And look!

Our bodies

In the clarity

And completion

Of nightfall

See, they see

As though

They were  possessed

Of vision,

Able to find each other

Without the slightest difficulty

And what they see is

Mysteries and secrets

Something more than flesh,

They see reality undressed

Discerning

Something only dreamt of:
The sight of the veil of the soul

As if

When skin met skin

Became an eye running a gaze

Down the breast

Of time

Of which these bodies

Are made

A deep butterfly kiss seeing into

These bodies

That are the chrysalis

of Psyche

Brushing

Open a window of being

To lean the body all the way out

And see into the world

Of a lover’s mystery

Looking back with their body

Oh, the vision of their body!

Only our bodies

In the dark

Able to see

And understand

Who we really are
So nude and mystical...