Smooth (Poem)

We opened wide like exotic flora,

dancing tongues and hips,

like pistils and anthers

shivering under the tongue of the bumblebee.

You tried to taste me,

and I wrapped fingers,

warm petals, around your body.

Our bones intertwined like mangrove trees,

our blood worked into a single cell with the strength of

stone,

of fire,

of flowing water,

and whispering winds.

Mates made when the earth was old,

souls constantly propelled together,

by waters of deep blue.

Old waters,

waters that remember

the outline of our silhouettes.

Each lifetime,

the meeting,

like of a long known best friend.

Our souls are so sleek now,

smoothed like sea glass and beach wood,

constantly rustled,

pushed,

tumbled, together,

a permanence made like sacred temples.

The seeds of Mesuthelah,

a garden bountiful.

Our bodies glisten like marble when we make love now,

our edges smoothed in rolling oceans of love.

And we quarry those sparks to release above,

flowers

blooming in light and flame,

fireworks in the dark.

bvk, 2021