So Long

With the mechanicals gone
Nothing missing to connect
It had been so long
With out any regret
Lying concealed
Like a snail in its shell
Bent afraid blocked in
That static spark
Fingers to skin
Running around and back again
The glowing of night
Between the sheets
Untapped passion
Something high not deep
Always circling with baited breath
Looking to sink in
And to blow up in all directions
A body blend
Sweat blood paste confection
Spiritual dance of creation
One as one in succession………..
Fennigan T 11-28-09