Bad News for a Poet

I cannot so much as write an ode to your Beauty,
I am too smitten to speak in verse – this is bad news for a poet.
My devastation in love forbids me every word, spoken or written.
I am absorbed in it, and in absorption no words are possible.
Who then is telling you this? My shadow.
When two Am's meet in the center they form a Not,
when two I's gaze at the Beloved they are You -
two eyes ablaze in Union, lost in your merciful glance,
breathless breathless – the lovemaking is all in that place where
this poor lover knows to bring it, in the seven locks of Yoga,
where each lock of your hair and the lock of Kunda meet
and are one searing Kundalini force rising, bringing this love with it!