After illusion clears, after its feral lure tames.

After exposed heights and enclosed depths shift,

what you feel is the body finally calm under moon

waiting to be known –

How adept you’ve become in your own

yourself, adjusted to what’s come to fit, shaped

to your thirst.  While maintaining discrete distances at times

no longer a wall.  After rote turns to puzzle to grin.  Into small

spheres of exploration together, supplemented by ease.  Now most

at home our own style.  Singular and plural.

What love reaps –