two bodies align and spiral delicately into one another’s embrace

not one ounce of her power diminished, 
not one trace of his acquiesced 

no need for armor here, no need for anxious monitoring

they wander into the expanse of their communal mind, where they might co-create a tenacious image of bodily union  

lusting for that liminal fragment between 
space and time 

where appetite distracts from agony

and ache gives way to blissful harmony

the taste of the primal dripping in opal

alchemizing their shared depths