Night temple

The first time I encountered you,

I was taken by surprise.

You jumpstarted a spark in me.

Surreptitiously it ignited a previously

unseen chamber.

Pressurised, tumesced,

subterraneanly sequestered for aeons.

The incredulous burst of energy

freed the jammed spigot.

Fluid hammers of emancipated flow

banged on rusty pipes with each

victory lap of joy.

The explosion was endothermic.

No one else knew.

Not unlike a well-kept secret between

childhood friends

who awakened to adolescence together.

We have a tell only decipherable between us.

Gingerly I smelled the botanic fragrance

of your red hair as we embraced.

The first of many as our energies playfully

comingled.

I felt no need to know your story,

or see your CV.

All I knew was that you melted into me

as I melted into you.

I knew you before I knew you.

I savoured the slowness.

You taught me how to breathe,

a fish out of water.

You exhaled, I inhaled.

You inhaled, I exhaled.

All the while the blue irises of your eyes

locked in a gaze with the browns of mine.

Left pupil to left pupil

softening each other's foci.

I received the weight of your hips

as your gluteus maximus

firmly rested on the rectus femoris of mine.

Safely you put my insecurities to the ground.

The soft, moist warmth of your womb

ensconced the hardened linga of mine.

Wheels of heat and fluidic movement

beneath my perineum spun

like a milky circle of stars.

Not grossly but superfine

like tiny pinpricks of light

dancing in between mirrors

that endlessly reflected each other.

In parallel, all-at-once

circles of light

spiralled in my pelvic envelope,

heart,

throat,

between the eyebrows,

above the fontanelle.

Our tongues fenced,

foil and épée,

a melee of electrons

danced at each contact.

Together, our naked bodies

secreted a spirogyra of synergy

that hoisted

the light above

with the dark below.

A grand toroid of stillness

held time at bay,

for a moment

while we were

fully with each other.