Tantra

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



  

Things. I find. Bewildering.

 

AU

Jumping fences.
in her underwear.
 black lace, ripped jeans
 clutched in our hands.   lets 
take a walk, I said
we all want to be {the}ONE.  
I remember. that night
your eyes had storms, grays and the blues. 
I remember. through the dark
looking straight ahead, in.too you
did the same for me. 
we introduced our Broken Wings.
mended them. with our mouths
beneath the water.
her skin is hyp.nautic.   
glows with the swimming.  pool reflections,
she.
swims laps () around my shoulders.
bondi dolphin, open ocean.     
reaches into the depths.
 pulls her towards my surface.
deep.  wet. silences. 
eyes tracing each other.s 
both of us.. creating photograph.ic memories.   
wraps.
 her legs around.
arms and breasts. only
the sounds of drips falling from their eyebrows.
and the gentle turbulence
of their lips. 



Andrew Tipton
     


  

The beaches are dreaming

She leans into me,
 shoulder blade kisses
eyes and body speaking. quietly
awake. listening to the shoreline
come. and go. As
waves caress the beaches
It is a dream. We dreamers made it.
Wrapped ourselves inside palm branches,
   in the mist of the December currents.
Gave the meteors their ambition. Their trails
give my heart wander. lust.
Beyond these dunes, an amber moonrise
is waxing a path to our affections.
And.

The beaches are dreaming.

Of us.
We. became lucid silhouettes.
abandoning our gentleness,
behind canvas walls
loosing ourselves among each others' shadows.
hands tethered, she writes circle poems
comes. back to me.
feather tra(n)ce.
Sea shell pottery.
Shaping the night with our clay hands,
lips. breath. sculpture.  Installation art.ists.
And

The beaches are dreaming.
Of us.






Andrew Tipton

A mess

Soft light through linen curtains
ferns hanging from the windows
Swimming in an ocean of patchwork,
red quilts and tattered sheets,
My hands draped around your hips,
lips buried in the sweet mess of your hair,
chest pressed
Into the curve of your spine,
we wear each other so well.
I can't remember. ever,
Being more comfortable
with anyone,
or myself,
Or. So enlightened.
we are the exception to the rules of convention,
ive nicknamed you
paradox. artist.
your toes paint circles on my shins,
as I brush, stroke
your inner thighs


Andrew Tipton




Andrew Tipton

perfect bodies

Feathers from the Same Wing

I didn’t expect a woman like you. 
You amaze me.  I miss the taste of your skin.  Already after one day.  Already.
Crazy for you.  Again. 

I can’t help but
 wonder what drives you to be that way..
there is something in the clouds, guiding dreamers towards each
 other,  they float idly above us –
 watching as we make love and become fierce like lions.   They
 watch us come.  Alive.  Roar.   Watch us become circles  -  we
 never started,  we’ve always been.

feathers on the same wing.   

    I will never forget the way you looked at me
 when I turned around in the hotel lobby,  and I felt for the first time that you weren’t
 merely a splendid dream.   I looked into
 you.. into your eyes and past them, into the open wildness of YOU.     I
 whispered your name to myself as I closed that distance between us and kissed
 your lips..    As you reached for
 me,  I felt the weight of my body slip
 away,  I felt empty like a blue
 sky..  perfect. 

I felt like laughing
 forever.  

We were the center of the moment..  the navy and silver splendor of the that room
 melted away into a glow,  I could see
 nothing but your much-ness. 

   I won’t forget laying you down, watching the New
 York street lights dance from the open window, across your breasts and the
 gentle curve of your hips,  watching the yellow
 reflections of taxi cabs and the expanse of the city flicker in your eyes.    YOU.  were an ember wrapped in white sheets..  burning my mind with wonder.  I could kiss you forever.   Everywhere.


Feathers brought you across an ocean to me.. 
for the night.   Riding on
 wings.   


Andrew Tipton