Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
DA

Pistis: What have we given?
Blood rushing, hormones gushing
Desire's fitful murmurs
Two bodies breathing, slowly dying
There's all that,
                       and
A shared meal
Honest hearing
Tender smiles
The knowing ahhh
Of two lives touching
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
But unfolds in this moment
Uninvited, unexpected, and whole
AH