Yoga

face sweltering 
in the searing cradle 
of your flaring hips 
my brave right nipple sizzles a circle 
against sloping skin of your sex 
nipple hovers over sacred opening 
I flatten palms into sheets on either side of your undulating frame  
flow w/ your exhale 
nuzzling against the center of exhilaration  

balance of sanctified water  
poise of initiated bodies  
kiss of tiniest wetness  

bowing into pinpoint of infinity  
scorched body delivering virgin skin into folds  
of our ancient irradiation  

we arch tremble yield