showering at dawn,
sharing, each other,s'
bamboo.shoots warmth-water
washes off our clothes. till we're only
wearing each others wet. skin
drips
naked. swagger,
stroll together
natural.ly we sip homemade wine,.
she licks down the neck.of my bottle
delighted. I feel intoxicated
just standing here. admiring
our bodies.
our eyes are travellers, too
wandering
to each other's. minds
opened. deliberately
begining unspoken conversations
with our presence.
last night
you wrote scriptures on my spine
while I painted
'goodness' around her navel
and feathers on her
ankles. and then
vaguely, with strings between my fingers
and flames in my eyes, I felt the momentum of our dance, in every direction rumbling.
flesh grazing gently. sparks. where our silhouettes touched. briefly
you were only wearing a headdress
reciting invitations, offering hymns
.beckoning me
to follow.
Andrew Tipton
