Hand-holding on Venus (Entrainment II)
A titre of our blood
Discharged in sighs
Our meter of desire
A pentameter of matter
Reaching through a quantum haze
Our particles like motes
Skin attenuated
During its wireless transit
Our touch now raw yet remote
We are every moment
We are everywhere
Our breathing synced
A cross
Inside a diamond
Our sacred geometry
A flower
Coursing down a river
Our home inside each other