i love you and me under
the comfort of the cold blanket . . .
with the stains of yours stained me,
with the warmth of the cold body 
giving me warmth.

the feathers of the pillows smoothens
the hardened bodies; the gossamer flying over us. flesh to flesh, you and me under
the comfort of the wet rags -- 
kisses to kisses, and your lips meet
the Om of my skin. it is beautiful . . . 
with lives within the parting fleshes.