Holding Pattern

it’s not the bonding of lips 

that keeps us coming back for more luv

though a welcome bonus just the same

allowing us to roll together quietly (for now)

                              across this sunlit stage

but the tangle of arms, legs…mind

ah! …now that’s a different matter

what truly qualifies in these days of endless bed

as we happily let the world with all its labyrinths

freeway by us in this sold out repeat performance

though no acting here

only acting upon a newfound mutual discovery  

will it last?

it’s not for us to say nor should we worry

 “living in the moment”

as you so eloquently remind…never ends

having much to learn from one another

and despite our separate bohemian callings

Bohemia of itself will keep us dancing together

to the Caribbean rhythms of one another’s soul

for now we are Spring flowers blooming

photography, pottery and poetry

along a timeless canal

the architecture of Scorpios

happily entangled in one another’s web

our planets in line within the light

                              of a supernova called Juan

you were once afraid that I’d be angry

would reject your hope to love…oh no luv

I could never sling arrows at one brave enough

to ask simply for an introductory cigarette

we both knowing instinctively at that moment

“conquer” doesn’t always mean “divide”

© 2007 Chris Sorrenti