In the honey-lined quagmire, 

fantasy brews laughter, chemicals, climax,

a limited union, the earthly grail.

Perhaps,

perhaps reaching

after fascinating projections-

dazzling confections of human wonder-

helps us

to find lost parts of ourselves calling

calling

for expression.

Falling in love may be a seeing

of our pieces, scattered and buried,

and a coming home

to what had been left behind.