Your face is the most natural of wonders.
With eyes that hide mysterious beauty
like the luminescence of Aurora Borealis.
Tangling our souls in a magical dance
conjured within dark depths
of hidden futures and untold dreams.
Where fingers trail lightly cross the jaw
of great barrier reef lines
that impose appearances in stark contrast
to their delicate terrain.
As here, I, a weary traveler,
seek shelter deep in the shadows of your nose,
rising from the panorama of your face
like a majestic mountain.
As parched tongue treks slowly
the expanse of skin's desert sand,
pausing to seek moisture
in warmth's oasis hidden in folds of your mouth.
As it begs entry to the harbor of lips,
seeking to bathe in the still waters they protect.
In refreshments' soft ventures
of tongues' exploration through the canyon of an ear,
delighting in the plateaus and crevices
formed in the ridges of its beckoning landscape,
traveling still.
Tasting potential energy
suspended in waterfalls of perspired expulsions
beading down temples,
birthing molecular volcanoes
in eroticisms' sensuous staccato eruptions.
Where forever a lifetime of visions
shall stand a monument
in awe of your breath-taking beauty.

the bastard child of darkness and light
emerged atop a mountain peak
palms upturned,
reaching towards the sky of her conception.
with stars welling up in the corners of her eyes,
this distant sister of spiraling constellations
turned inside out pandora's box
and flung remnants of its contents onto the rocks below.
from her lips spilled a prayer,
spoken in ancient tongues,
that translated loosely into
'help me for i have fallen'
and with eyes to the skies she completed
the ancient ritual
of 3 plus 4
corners she called
3rd eye open, casting a circle of protection
in which she laid down to rest.

darkness blanketed the sleeping child
and throught the night
the moon accompanied her on a vision quest
straddling the canyons
she let its silent echoes
penetrate her insides
and made love hungrily to the knowledge
which rested at its depths
she awoke, drenched
in the nocturnal emissions of insecurity
that bled from her pores
while she slept.

eyes open finally
and skin embracing the warmth of the rising sun
traversing a trail of triumphant tears
she traveled
down the mountain side
found hope lying,
bruised but not broken,
on the rocks.
with trembling hands
she picked it up,
tucked it in her back pocket
and began a new journey, reborn.

I saw you approach,
dark eyes entreating mine to lock with yours.
Smooth and confident swagger, so fresh.
And clean was your scent.
Permeating my nostrils,
dissipating the sweat-incense-ganja funk that flowed thick in the air.
I felt the beat
emanating from the speaker in your chest,
forcing me to dance to your rhythm.
While your breath
spoke infinite possibilities
as it held conversation with my ear.
Inviting me to taste
the nectar of my future that hung from your lips.

That is how you entered me.
Assaulting my senses,
turning me out gracefully.
Until every pore secreted something that was originally birthed in you.
Every breath that escaped my lips
consisted of molecules regurgitated from deep within your lungs.
And every move i made
seemed only an equal and opposite reaction to one that began with you.

Like clocks in a Dali painting,
time passed hanging loosely off the edges of my book of life.
The moon embarks on its second rotation in the sky
and its light glimmers in your eye.
Reflecting back to me, 360 degrees,
a mirror image of my past, present, and future self
Consciousness leads to confrontation,
of mores held on high,
feelings locked in time.
Together we create a new prototype.
A symbiotic unity,
free of doubt and insecurity.

"Softly, as if I play piano in the dark"
We speak without words
so as not to disturb the delicate silence we have created.
You christen us Aquemini,
union of Aquarius and Gemini.
And I call you papadonna,
while we make love to 'mamacita'.

"Its him and I, Aquemini"