We made love in a thousand ways before we had bodies.
We went star-tasting in the dark.
We wore mouse robes and burrowed in alfalfa.
We thawed into torrents and brought flowers to the valley.
Mingling our roots, we came up pungent mushrooms,
learning to be Present as our own medicine.
Now, separated by fingertips and mouths,
by words we cannot speak because they might
break open and bleed the silence out,
we bravely drop the veils of mind, and invent
new ways to awaken this one pure body,
listening, dancing, smelling the rain,
tasting again the stars.