I count the prayer beads along your spine
sitting posed and naked
from the soul down.
I let the***ip between my fingers
and hear my heartspeak in ferverent mantras
of love and circumstance
and all the fires a-lit between us
that rise and dance like aurora
whenever I reach out to touch you
here, together, in this way.
I watch them writhe and wriggle
as you breathe in and out again
I introduce them to my fingertips
as wishes, expectations of time and touch
these small things we confess and repeat
that infiltrate and change us
so deeply.
Cinnabar and Teak wood
like bones and secret sins
Striadulations, and these markings of the skin
Like fingerprints and pores.
slipping down between my reaching
and reverberating, like the name of God between us.