CONTINUUM

CONTINUUM 

All night we lay divided, back to back,

I sensed the careful curve of your cold spine,

six inches distant )( measured, just like mine: 

entrenched, dug in and ready to attack,

the Xerox of each other's line is drawn.

Outside, the curtained sky slides into dawn.

Morning, in seamless change, will move to noon,

fog becomes mist and winter clears to spring.

I told you not to interrupt the string

of functions in my heart - look how the moon

phases itself, and me. Now I grow full,

my blood tides running high from push to pull.

I cannot help myself - the tug's too much,

I turn towards you, flowing into reach

and pluck your arm like wave-tips on the beach

with urgent finger ends. You roll and touch

my shoulder with one hand. Your palm feels rough

but makes a gentle joining. That's enough.