Slow Dancing 

The patience is its own gift.

We wait lifetimes for such perfect presence.

Hearts beat fast in this slow dance.

Egos harden against losing control

but my guard falls at your feet when we meet.

Open to give love I may not receive,

to worship a goddess I can’t believe.

Such fierce fights should surely force fear of flight,

than entrust a lover to spend the night.

But breath in synch slows passions’ instinct

to let the strength of our fires explode.

From the movement massage med’cine mystery

Crazy wisdom flows through creaking bed posts

and shows the strength of Vuln’rability.

My head says run and tightness in my chest,

yearning for more than this uncertain test.

Till we touch/taste the yoga of union,

biting into beauty of pure being.

A secret mountain sunset; night beach kiss

that bends bodies outside space into bliss,

in tantric dancing freedom; I feel your truth.