many experiences are “good” –
nourishing, satisfying,
even ecstatic and astounding…
.
but at some juncture
you want
to be lying down
.
naked
to another flesh
touching
.
because
.
pornography –
or a species –
that decides
.
to maximize
pleasure
that is,
.
to accumulate
idea-lie-zed
fantasies
.
is a result
of the cause
of desiring
.
sanctity and space,
“scientia” it is called
paradise, heaven
.
Nowhere. Nirvana.
To-be.
Polysemic Stupor 
I read today the file I made a few years ago entitled “Nathan My Favories.” It opens with the quotation: ” I’m afraid to write. It’s so dangerous. Anyone who’s tried, knows. The danger of stirring up hidden things – and the world is not on the surface, it’s hidden in its roots submerged in the depths of the sea. In order to write I must place myself in the void.” No kidding. I raise my glass to the void, to you. Salut. Ching-Ching. I give thanks.
I’m coming back to this poem.
To tell you that on encountering its beauty…
the cadence, the mood, a certain sense of desire…
I was inspired to go and listen to Calling All Angels…
Jane S. by K.D. Lang…
Thank you for your words.
Their soulfulness.
Thank you very much, for the song reminder, the considered comments, the engagement. Incredibly appreciated. Keep on…