2nd of 3 in May sonnet series

Contemplation of emptiness 2

The potency of your proximity
is tangible, though you are unaware
of how I am infected; how I see
your confidence and how my hidden stare
caresses your intensity, conceiv-
ing your abilities and your proclivities
(which might not match with mine) as I take leave
from any basic similarities
to reasonable thought. But this is what
you make me think of - depth and length and heat,
the loss of all restraint, a simple but
complex interdependency with sweet
and soft and tender notes, the dripping wine
that I would take and drink while you were mine.