Your skin is a nation, a boundary, a frontier,
Your body a parliament where gods
Decide the future of the world.

When I touch you I partake in history:
Together we legislate in lips.

Your absence has a shape, a scent, a taste
Of jasmine filling my mouth
With unfinished kisses.

In your arms I am a ray of dawn or dusk;
For you I shimmer on the wavelets of time.

Your beauty is a flower in motion,
Your dominion the space
Between Earth and Sun
(The universe was born of moans
Let loose by the tumult of sex).

Your silence is a gavel
That calls our lives to order:
We are the sublime Law that outlives the lawyer.