Ecstasy

In this moment,

the world around is a perfect space.

The hot point inside you

and the cold point there

balance the hot and cold

the whole universe around.

In this moment,

you rip loose, run

naked, unshod,

down streets and alleys,

toe and heel transforming asphalt

to sea foam, soothing your soul.

In this moment,

you stride this way,

whip arms swinging,

shoulders like easy oil,

greasing and flinging you

through damp and distance.

The darkness divides for you,

wayfarer,

long strider stampeding by,

bearing secrets.

Like racehorses and hound dogs,

nostrils grasping and snatching

your own scent, the moist surround,

all the exuberant plants of the night.

You are hailed,

summoned

and called

to this exquisite place.