It's like earthworms mating,
are these lips
and electric humming birds
are the tongues.
Feeding off each other
in a dark wet
bivalve vaporous shared cave.
Feeling along
by instinctual slitherings of touch.
Muscling
a kinesthetic pressure language
unto each other’s facial keyboards.
Primal contact
as with an anvil and force,
also as with feature and slow,
yet light
as a single haired brush stroke
exuding rarefied mood
over the hot deep seesaw
of howling breath,
to and fro.
Sealing towards an imprint intimacy.
Whispered alternately
by lung drums
as tongues extended and contort
beyond the norms
of cavernous composure.
It is a writhing sting of timelessness,
recoiling back into the rest
of the collective body.
Molten chunky electrified limbs
attempt to shake off the hum-afters
but inwardly,
smearing the subtle reverberations
with smoothes and glides
as a levity of permission, invitation,
as this intimacy, invisibly collides
towards whole body induced
primal still point reflection.
It is a motionless state
of presence consuming presence,
full blown auric commingling.
Faint movement gives way
to flash floods
of involuntary overwhelm.
Beatific thrashing and bestial blushes
find each other,
finding way.
Over-blows of energetic elocution
and cosmic momentums
reign in the mind's eye
as dream-memory hardily ingests
these radiant rushes
between the vibratory and the tremblings
and the pulsings and the heartbeats.
All notions of space and witness
are seductively altered,
finding it,
implausible to identify.
This unfolding engagement,
as two people,
with references to a before
and an after.
No need beyond that.
The hologram is tapped,
living on its own . . .
We, you and I,
are but chaperons,
bribed with high point experiences
along the way towards oneness . . .
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