The Body

Lying still his

body blankly waiting,

all better possibilities removed 

discarded with the clothing.

Nothing left but

barren elemental acts,

with thinking chained to physic bits

of skinscaped geographic facts.

Staging motion by the script

when emotions have now fled

there’s left a mere performance;

not bad acting playing in its stead.

Forgetting when,

over , done, and filled with doubt,

that the charge, not the parts

nrings ecstasy about.

Wanting by itself

is insufficient reason.

being attended by affection

pleasures him to please him.

Reached for by attraction
brings alive his blood
in all the tips where there without
passion cannot flood.

We’re better joined by hearts and minds

which all the rest will follow,

than trying only our skins to join

when under them is hollow.