Plug and Socket

Plug and Socket

19990218.1620

With my hand I form a connection with another world
One of several billion
Information travels both ways at a hundred miles per hour
The way your back swells upward
As my fingertip travels across the rounded delineation
Of your shoulder blade
At somewhat less than a hundred miles per hour
Tells me that you would maybe like to turn over
Although there is no hurry
And allow fingertip communications
With other rounded delineations

With my breath I form a connection with another world
One of several billion
Information travels both ways at twenty times per minute
The warmth of my breath tells you how close
My world is to yours
As the scent of your glistening neck says
Although there is no hurry
That a full-scale collision of your world
With mine is imminent

With my ch'i I form a connection with another world
One of several billion, although in another way it is one of one
Having formed, finally, a two-way connection with myself
By connecting with another
Information does not travel, being in both places without moving
I feel the electric tingle your-my touch on my-your hip
And I feel the warmth of my-your breath on your-my neck
And we tell each other the very same thing
Which is no surprise
Which is, "Don't stop there."

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