I don't see any reason here that could stop us.
I don't see what harm it can do.
Oh, put your hands here now,
on either side of my tilted neck
and squeeze, so I can feel your fingers
digging valleys in my flesh.
It is you who owns the blood maintaining me,
its throb sharp with the marriage
of science and faith.
It is all of you
touching me more with your mind than anything else,
and lowering my heart to the floor tiles,
and giving more than you take.
Always am I yearning for much, much more
than my body can contain, or that
I am entitled to, but really,
what human being on this lonely planet isn't?