orgasm

her moan is a somber soprano
melody i playback on nights
when the stars hide behind
their lonliness
--

my fingers play carousel
between quivering thighs
that struggle to contain
the secret of being pure

as her lips part--
body wraps around the little
death undertaking exploding nerves,
i understand now the palindrome

of our ever meeting in a life
before--in being born, again

i speak:
"your vision went golden didn't
it baby...heart skipped a beat,
felt the center of everything was
breathing in your womb, defined heaven..."

she speaks:
"mmmmyeahummmhuh...i was grinding
down a waterfall, watching your face
at the bottom, your voice speaking
a somber staccato, reminds me of
the first time, the very first time"

i remember
her voice
and the song
my hands made
as she danced
us both to sleep.