Can words be meaningless?

And when does thinking and speculating end

assertion begin?

Look at your hands

it’s in your body,

in the way you walk

the way you smile

the way you think 

take a deep breath

the words will come.

Does intimacy occur without sex?

Of course

How?

I know about that place of getting close

face to face where I can

feel & smell the breath

see the tiniest hairs on the stillest arm

climb inside another’s rhythm

have no other thought than of that tender moment

& my pleasure is the pleasure of another.

You don’t have intimate friends? You don’t follow the breath of

your girlfriends, never letting your thoughts wander, your eyes dart?  

You don’t watch her closely when she talks, noticing the newest gray hair,

the slightest wrinkle in her cheek?  You don’t hear the tiniest crack

in her voice, cackle in her smile?

Is your writing always so erotic?

Only when I get close to the bone

where passion rides in a simple conversation.

And talk becomes sex?

when your words 

pause.