I

The closeness, the proximity
Of our bodies defies logic

II

The flesh we press together
Transcends reason, mind and thought

III

Hoping to discover secret pleasure

IV

My heat is your heat
Your heart is my heart

V

We could never dehydrate

VI

The new perfume of both of us
Traces inner thigh and wrist

VII

There are galaxies deep within your iris

VIII

My throat is open, drained of resistance

IX

The softest of silences has grown
Between our lips

X

There is no need for the spoken word

Text: © J. L. Nash, December 2009

Images: © Predrag Pajdic, Lyon Museum of Fine Art, December, 2009