The soul loves (a "swirl")

The soul loves
the soul loves without purpose
without knowing why
the soul loves beyond reason
or meaning
the soul loves into absurdity
someone who cannot be touched
with physical hands
the soul reaches into infinite depths
the soul finds pennies in crevasses like
rain drops made of metal
the soul bares itself to the wheeling ceiling of stars
crying out for its lost love
someone is absent from the soul
it calls for its love blind and desperate
the soul belongs to no one
not to God not to man not to Earth or sun
yet it pines and calls to its other half
In this world souls drop from the webs
of spiders like tiny droplets of rain
and they find their way to bodies
that long to touch each other.
was sex all that touch meant?
Touch is divine, souls touching other souls
find joy in the bliss of physical bond.
To miss another is to miss a limb
to miss your love is to miss the
very world.
Hands are not hands
the flesh of flesh is “really just atoms
swirling in space”
my swirl touched your swirl and for a moment
they became a funnel.
Love is always without form
there is no body
that can hold this love
it is its own
formless anguish
of desire and
sorrow.
Love touches love and then dances away,
just like in the movies, there is a going and
a return. You spiral over to me, we dance
then you spiral away.
The stars have a destiny that is similar...
they turn and burn and rotate and dance
and they love, oh yes they love.