Micropoem #9

it's a thin line between 
love and lust; the passion
of touch and the firm thrust 
of manhood into the warm
wetness of heaven; the 
breathless expression that 
brings forth the emptiness 
of lascivious escapades;
the honing of basic instincts 
into greater awareness when 
souls intimately commune &
empty all contents of self into 
a moment filled with intensity; 
the experience when limits are 
free to reach the depths of eternal 
pleasure with strikes of pain
that curls toes and brings tears 
to the eyes; the desire to enter 
every cave or climb every pole 
without control only to fall off the 
precipice into a heartless abyss 
filled with countless bodies; the 
sacred embrace between two 
who become one and share
life together and recreate 
themselves time and time again.