speak to me

when you stand
in front of a yawning sky,
tracing the lines and curves
of those voluptuous clouds
with your lusty eyes,
when you drop
into the mysteries
of a dark night without stars,
stripping yourself
of everything you believed was you,
when you walk
by those unflinching shores,
surprised by the caress and kiss
of waves that come and go
as they please,
never questioning your fidelity
or theirs,
speak to me
from the bellows of your heart,
tell me how you feel inside -
if you've considered yourself
a man or a woman
in those tender moments,
or just a human
living an utterly beautiful life?