Two beings,
        if separate in thought,
       	harassed in a moment
       	by nothing at all,
Live apart
       	without trying.

Friends,
       	mates, partners -- lovers,
       	sharing eggs and toast forever,
Are more than tenants,
       	paying a common rent.

Casual awareness,
       	window shopping
       	in front rooms of feelings,
Leaves one bland
       	because of ignorance.

Two beings
       	is a phrase
       	to be supplanted
By a oneness
       	subatomic in passion.

Merging
       	love at the
       	cellular level
Can't happen
       	with a yawn.

The explosion
       	of spherical love
       	needs a spark,
A pilot light
       	and a compass.

A kiss,
       	a communion
       	of giving
Repeated endlessly,
       	is the door to heaven.