Poem: Spectrum

It is not the lines you know 

Or even I

It is that deliciously dipping and skipping line

Unable to meet at either end, or in the middle

What I want now is that time to appreciate the flow

Where my heart leaps from a bosom

Where my lips take in the sensuous and the animal

Both raw in their own divine place

I will yearn for you both

Tete a tete a tete

Cyclical visions that sparkle 

In my cerebral cloud

These lines feel so

Right

Even in their delicious curves and dimples

Their long hair and their truth