where belonging is

Do not fling yourself carelessly
into one moment of night
in a hurry, without preamble,
but free yourself from thought,
from memory, from the passing seconds,
from the state of the world,
when you follow me into the hollow of darkness,
where I lie, your soft mammal,
waiting for your touch in a ritual of affection,
where we push for warmth, comfort, safety.
Our limbs cross in the consolation of dark
that refracts time and sense,
remote from consciousness as dream
or as water is from earth, another element,
where belonging is without question.