There is a sparkling moment
when we are no longer held within
the bounds of our separate flesh.
In touching we are touched,
in a kiss, we are tasted. Exploring,
we become known. Whispering,
we are breathed, taken into the other.
Lying together at that careful angle
the place where our bodies meet
becomes a prism in reverse.
All our separate selves converge
into a single thing. We open
into one white brightness.