You tell me not to touch you anymore,
yet you open for me the gates into your inner sorrow
and let me taste the saltiness of your tears
as I watch you cry like a scared child.
You say we can't love each other any longer,
yet you cradle my head with your warmth and kindness,
and listen to me talking about the history of my torments
way into the wee hours of the morning.
Don't you see, my beloved,
that we have found new ways to share our beings
and a new music to make love?
We make love when you yield to me completely,
and let me see your despair and helplessness.
We make love when I toss aside my male armor of toughness
to show you what has been devouring my spirit
and eating my soul.
We make love even when I have no words to comfort you;
when all I can do is to caress you with my silence
and ride with you into the darkness of the night.
We make love when I overcome my fear of rejection
and tell you about my many lovers;
but you absorb all these like a sentient sea,
even as you are feeling the sting.
Yes, my beloved, we make love even as the god
of Reason has banned our love words and
send our passion to the far corner of the cosmos.
For the Sun of our love refuses to go down
and we'll always find new ways to be together.
Our love is shining brighter,
in fact, it is the only thing that remains in this
crisp blue sky of our joined universe,
now that the clouds of passion are blown away....