mining the depths

the embodiment
the presence
the essence of love as it expands and contracts
as familiar as the haircut you gave your baby brother before you pushed him off the porch
as foreign as a language, beautiful and incomprehensible
looking for gesture and nuance as the years add up
mining deeper even though depth is always risky as any miner will tell you when he descends into the darkness

prospecting for bodies, weighing profits,  

extracting material before the reclamation.
break it down, build it up. it's all here
rising slowly to the surface
face to face, open handed, willing, ripe,
seductive