You can’t possess a woman,
just her body, for a few moments,
moments like bright flowers
whose fragrance lingers awhile
and whose memory is sweet.
But such intense, classical moments,
with arms around Beauty herself
can even augment separation
when you each return to your world
with its habits and temperament
and something comes up between you,
some little point of contention
which inflates, till it fills the room.
The body’s a meeting point
with a special intensity,
but only one meeting point,
a parlour in the house of the Soul.