Silence wraps the night sky
except for the snoring stars
and a distant night plane
plying past parting the winds
that rush down my neck
marking spots in my body,
making it scintillate with longing
to absorb the shocks of electric waters
rising from your flesh
separating passion from love,
tearing off the marked boundaries
of unholy and holy, impure and pure,
sin and virtue, blasphemy and reverence
and breathe passion, tearing
through our egos that feed on our sanity
and part as strangers who've never met before.