For our purposes,
this delirium will do.
Ride me through the bright
wilderness of worldliness,
woo me with riddles and rough kisses.
Of all my hits and misses,
this one depletes me
most extravagantly. Not only that,
but my fingers feel more deeply
when they feel you.
No wonder quite like
the wonder of the body.
No poetry quite
like the poetry of need.
-r. miller