To My Carnal Darling II

May I sing to you
silently
breathlessly?
let these, my intimating syllables
caress your memory,
allow them to evoke
a nascent glimmering,
a subtle spark, an inkling...

then, darling, let me share
a paradox to make your nostrils flare,
your eyes to flash, your lips to swear
that something now exists that never did.

Would you like to sing to me?

Sing a song of sixth sense,
teach me how to fly

above the ordinary flux
of feelings, not just
going through emotions.
I'll repay your intuition
with beholden ears,
with the kind of wide-eyed dawning
that goes on and on
for years.

Are we well versed, my darling?
Let's aspire
to catch a thought between us,
to seize it,
and to tease it into something new and sweet,
to unfold in all dimensions
'til it flutters off, complete,
and you and I will grapple
sense to sense and soul to soul,
until we meet
in shuddering
apotheosis.