When we’re apart my mind and body ache,
In half divided, angry, naked, bruised; 
A gift so rare I leap to reach and take,
But stumble, miss, and fall again, bemused. 

When she is mine I heal as if from prayer,
My halves rejoined, my focus sharp anew 
On thoughts and pleasures only we can share 
In hours late, a rapture meant for two.

In breath, in voice, in body, spirit, mind,
We join and sense the world around us fade
While at the center, yang and yin entwined,
She follows me in fevered coupling made.

I grasp the surging power when I shift 
Desire again to take her precious gift.