We can resist our designs in many ways,
dulling our senses in an illusion,
yielding our strong hearts over to strength of a drink, or more
is also a choice–
we are so powerful we must decide to shut down awareness.
When these feelings climb too high for feeble minds to remain steady
we might tell ourselves we are refusing the pre-destined routes of the robot
but this too is a mistake, ranking
this over that
consciousness over consciousness
space over space
What if we are more like the robot than we imagine?
we too can perform single-pointedly
that which we have been built to do.
We are light conductors. We are channels.
And Love, sometimes I am anxious, too.
And while these high frequencies conduct through us, and down into the ground
maybe we don’t have to do anything, reach for something a little stiffer
maybe we can be pliable, be together,
holding one another steady.
We imagine we are grabbing a small corner of private space
something just for ourselves, when our eyes meet over the rim of a glass and our bodies almost merge
when really what we are measuring out in glasses, is just a metaphor for the parts of us that soar free.
When I make love to you
I am making love to the world. This is always occurring
our dance is no different today but sometimes I seem to need it more.
Perhaps this shows me how far I have wandered, how many moments I have chosen to forget.
We are intimate. We are our most private utterances. We are billboards.
I have a small confession: I whispered the word “Love” to the ice in your drink when you weren’t looking
felt the molecules rearrange.
and when you drank a toast down, you were drinking my love potion.
but you can make your own
go mad with desire to be close to the Beloved, who is everywhere. All you have to do is breathe, and perform
with all the strength you have
that which sets your heart free.