Not Sex

The intimacy of two men in free verse.

This is not sex.

This is:

A synchronicity of hearts, pulses and souls in alignment.

A shakey breath, inhaled by another set of unsteady lungs.

This is not sex.

This is:

A tightened grip on the body of a partner and a looser grip on the body of one's own.

A twist of the hips and a parting of the lips, a nonverbal message.

This is not sex.

This is:

A contraction of muscles, a kinetic confession

A thrust, the bringing together of two forms, alike yet playing such very different roles.

This is not sex.

This is:

A hot forge of internal combustion and compulsion, the birthplace of freedom

A breaking of rules and a bonding of lives, taboo and complacent.

This is not sex.

This is:

An arc of electricity passed through the skin

A burst of raw and uninhibited passion

This is not sex.

This is:

A ritual of trust

A pair of men with no glancing thought of social acceptance.

This is not sex.

This:

A mutual climax

The pinnacle of human form, where man can meld with man

This is not sex.

This is:

Making love.

MY love.