every conversation

from my favorite, obscure fantasy novels
from watershed dreams at night,
waking into uncanny optimism
come my personal, Universal metaphors
used in every conservation
about consciousness
and emptiness
and God
with you my love,
my opponent
my Self

how shall I proselytize?
how would you like
to be converted?
my baptism
is not water or fire or Spirit
but music and coffee
late night talk shows and pizza,
companionship, belly laughs
even boredom and drowsiness

we will fall asleep, happy and sated
with the taste of our most high pleasure
on our hearts and tongues
long before
any possible segue
into making love