Exploring each other's br depths, br that surge of connection br which makes the world br seem sane, br that exchange of spirit br in the guise of flesh, br that morning hallelujah, br that hook br to eternity. . . . br br All day I bear you br between my legs, br & in my heart. br Powered by your love, br there is no hill br too high to climb, br no paragraph br I cannot write, br no hosanna br I cannot howl. . . . br br Shall we wear it down br with habit? br Shall that combustible connection br become, in time, homier br than fresh bread, br nourishing but unsurprising? br br O my lover br meet me in the hollow br of a red thigh, br by mountains br which resemble br spouting cocks. . . . br We will keep br the madness fresh- br the red madness br that keeps us br br sane.