NO MAN’S LAND

NO MAN’S LAND

I dream
of the two of us
out in no man’s
land

making love on a bed
of thorns, barbed
wire, razor wire

perhaps
you dreamt it too
it is a dream
we shared

bodies panzered up
shock and awe, clattering together

love, in any sense of the term,
a flagrant euphemism
for whatever it was we sought,
hoped to achieve
desperate
to hit our mark, believing
if we graduate
to this level
things get incandescent

trading stigmata, as we stagger
towards that universe
beyond words, outside language

overhead the Sun
still
   in control
weighty, central, utterly
orthodox
frowning upon this
nonsense

terminally skeptical,
and yet
      so vulnerable

open
  to crucifixion, for
us to bang nails through

turn
   that powerhouse of
fusion into
one giant circular coffin