Draw a Parallel

   by Susan Stevens


I let go your hand, but never
the ambiguities, which catch
me up in their deep, convoluted
hearts. It comes down to this:
Like some exotic kinship,
our yearning moves us over
each other in affectionate
and pristine discovery; or consider
wanton hands traveling
the coolest of restraint.
Lineage not of blood,
but that descent
from a tradition of lovers
celebrating a common and optimum 
distance.