Timeslip

How, in the warm process of night,
you reach for me with the solace of your hand
and caress the swirling cosmos of my body,
lift the vibrating word,
wrap the opalescent seed
of my heart in the soft muscles of your tongue,

reminds me of last night: my wings
filled to the pinion-tips with flying
between the worlds of your dream
and mine, bodies slipped
like lipstick-stained clothes onto the floor
of an upside down sky,
electric as

a kiss that spins us up
into the naked spiral of red and gold
and swims like water
through our skin, behind your eyes

when you open them and see me
holding out a brilliant flower, a wheel
of desire vibrates in my hands.
This is yours,
every petal radiates with fire.
Come with me;

the chords of Aum fill our mouths
and deep inside
you melt into yourself,
the smooth curve of your hips
flowing into magnetic dance
like meditating drums,
swirling from your center and your mind.