Poem of the Moment

We walked to the bed. We were naked. We kissed. Our hands felt each
other’s bodies. We lay on the bed kissing and touching. My fingers
touched her pubic hair as hers touched mine. Our heads slowly moved
towards what our fingers were touching, our bodies gliding and rubbing
as they repositioned themselves.

Our lips sought our genitals. Each tongue delighting in the textures.
My tongue finding her for me. Her tongue drawing me to her.
Me in her - my tongue exploring. She around me - her tongue caressing.
Me in her and she around me - me exploring, she caressing.

Oh the portals hugging tightly,
boundaries unbounded all;
oh the perils of the torments,
woven scrambles never rightly
cinch the final heedful call.
Into what where in the blankly;
out of into’s needful call;
the apparel of the moment,
nether trumpets battle blankly,
harvests hive the rise and fall;

Slowly cradled infant reaching, growing out as womb expands,
womb embracing slowly teaching, slowly breaching baby stands.
Child totters all unsteady, all around a ready hand,
into world’s amazing moments groundlessly upon the sand,
indecision now demands: what decision now commands.

In this moment, for this moment, I truly am in love with you.
In this moment you provide, I linger in the love you share,
I linger in this moment’s wonders, wonders that we breathe like air,
Air that flows so truly through us, both our breaths as one deep sigh
While we, this deep sigh venue, become: both ourselves and something new;
Doubly liminal to do so, for our mating ought to prepare
Each alone, yet each as union, for when this moment’s meant to die.