It reminds me of times of muggy intimacy
Sweaty, embedded love
Which seems to make a womb and a cave
Of animal companionship
It’s a dear synthesis, a synthesis
I’ve perhaps held too dear
Reared in philosophical architecture
Praising an oracle far from love
The textured walls of that memory
Which I know will recur with unerring consistency
Are they not the most comfortable,
Happiest truths, too easily forgotten?
What gods and thinkers, wars and tumults
Match the grandeur of a second with you,
There in that cave-like space
Which established something new?