The Shuttle

..back and forth, shuttling
between reality and imagination
my soft beating heart
floats in and out of the windows
and the swinging doors of this
mind-build architecture.

What a prize, the perfect
imagined moment, the vision,
the penultimate phrase.  Yet...
such sensuous ecstasy, the light
of a lover’s skin. Breathe,
breathe deeply now,
     no need to choose.