My body is full of blood and buzzing nerve endings. I move in it, with it, through it, waiting. Hidden away somewhere inside is a wellspring of touch, electricity, heat.

Hidden away in my mind is a playground, secret and now lost, a space of rush and longing and connection, of touch and struggle and celebration. From this space I could reach outward, bringing into myself pieces of the great cumulative exhibition of body, beauty, and breath. or inward, pulling at my own inner tides, deep hungers, clashes of want.

everywhere, others are sharing this dance, riding the rise and fall of their various passions, dipping into the current of the rushing heat. Many come to share and be shared, as slowly we leech the poison from it, very slow, very sure, separate and together like the forces that pull us and make us reach for each other.

and I, longing for longing, hoping to join again, to find the gates to me and the world, and all we share, and all that we don't yet, all that we might. from my isolated empty place I can sometimes feel it stirring,so deeply a part of me, so deeply unreachable.