High levels of strangeness

It hit me like a shock -
another writer's block!
Open space stares at me,
no thing I can see.

We need no words to talk,
no phrases marked in chalk.
When our lips sink together,
this now lasts forever.

It's life we celebrate
when our bodies communicate,
spirits, unbreakable,
exploring the unspeakable.
Action writes the story,
don't you worry.