The Land Itself Flows Away

I.

No matter how hard I thrust
Into you I cannot get close enough—
Skin to skin, salt to salt, cell
To cell is still apart, unless

The very walls that hold skin
To itself break, and, staring
Into the endless ocean of your eyes
I turn to water and flow into

The liquid of you, and in that moment
We are not apart, flowing river
And salt ocean are both as one
And the land itself flows away.

II.

When the room we are in
Vanishes under the waves of pleasure
And pain that you bring with your
Hard and arrogant cock, I forget

All the world of form and light
And turn into a pure current
Of ecstasy. I am an ocean,
Bringer of life, so much bigger

Than you with your small proud
Hardness. I drown you, you are in me,
I surround you, you can never leave me,
Though miles and deserts intervene.

III.

On the fulcrum of the moment
We are finally more together than apart,
A river and ocean that flow together
To create a new body whose name

Cannot be pronounced. Strange water,
It dissolves the very walls of the cells
That separate our universes, and breeds
A new being that need only gaze

Into its own eyes to find all truths.
Its pools and eddies rise
To the sky and become galaxies,
And we embrace all things.