She sat him down, just so,
and asked if heâd ever heard the worldâs spin, falling,
spiraling through space.
He said: Iâm glad youâre the type
of Person who can listen to One
song; playing endlessly,
She turned her back to take offâ
off Her dress, or off out the doorâ
He couldnât tell until she threw an eye across her shoulder
and across the room.
âCome hither.â
It occurred to him that
she could summon the moon if it struck her to do so.
So when she said: âHelp me
with my zipperâ
He said he would help her with anything she asked for.
She thought about touching invisible shoelaces and his body
turned the autopilot on;
His mind flew across the cerulean ocean of her eyes
From her thighs to the island
Cave where She inside resides,
wondering if she has room for another, before making
the round trip; his hands
Could only manage the mechanics of
Up-and-Down
rehearsed in youth, until he came
back from his vacation in the South
    of France.
She said: I donât believe in souls, but
I know
That you are my soulmate. Explain that to me!
Only, the sound was like the Trinity site in the desert and
the first rain to fall down to this Earth
(otherwise he would have spoken sooner)
And
He said, too late,
âThis is the end of all life
And
This is where it all begins.
You are the Alpha & Omega
and
We have danced this epanalepsis before, we have found
Each Other since the birth of time, and we have loved
like two roses on separate ends of a field of dandelions, just
close enough,
So close,
To smell Each Other
across the known universe.
She said:
Let us take another lap,
He said, âAgain, Always,â and
 She sat him down, just so
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