You enter me, and I enter you. In between there are no parallels.

This is our body electric, whose strings echo and echo when I dig my fingers into your skin. We raise and fall to an old dance engraved in our bodies by blue guitars and hollow flutes, by drums heard in the whispering wind.

I fall into a starry sky threading supernovas onto purple banners of silk, garlands for your closed eyes. I am awash in the smells of We Ocean.

A beat begins, Sufis clapping in the distance, coming towards us, rises into a crescendo. This is the sound of mineral striking mineral, and music: jazz blues rock duelling rock blues jazz. This is how I begin another descent into silence, which finally brings me to you.

Note: I had promised myself to revisit fragments I had dumped here over the past five years under the rubric "My Poems" when their number crossed the 500 mark. I checked, and they stand at 510 or so; of these I will be salvaging (i.e., rewriting) what I think are worth salvaging, and take the un-salvageable idiocies offline.