0013 A New Poetic Language

If we could only find words for the freedom, the unbounded energy, the love, the joy, the devotion, the care, the seriousness, the play, the sensitivity, the abandon, the surgical precision, the anatomical care, the discovery, the giving, the pure animal watched by caring human, the passion, the attention to every detail, the sublime choreography, the poetry in motion, the silent song, the music without pause, the feeling of immortality, the sense of gods and goddesses at play at the centre of Creation of what we get up to or down to in the bedroom or even before we manage to get there there would be some fresh and subtle poetry made, and after we emerge from this timeless time glancing at our watches, lying into our cellphones, those telltale diagonal ridges below our sparkling eyes, filled with memories still in seed, above our bruised lips, sensing touch and air and hunger and fulfilment perhaps there’ll speak a finer poetry about other matters which love teaches