Equilibrium Poem by Lonnie Hicks

I wanted those lips
but she was unaware;
I wanted her hips
which moved in small circles
so easily
child-bearing hips
belly-dancing hips
undulating hips,
but she was unaware.

The eyes were at once shy and bold
because she would look shyly
but then drink me in transfixed, innocently
I wanted her hands upon me
gentle hands, hesitantly
which invited my own touch-
my urgent desire
to seize.

because seizing
is a form of honesty,
a weakness some men have
compared to false sensitivity-
a weakness some women like to excite
some fear, and some are oblivious to.

But once inside her personal space
she changed, transformed
pressing against me
from her own center because desire knows no gender,
and I become the flower in her garden
opening to her sunlight
her mouth's gentle moist waterings
lifted too by those buoyant

breasts
crushing into me, hungrily-
her offerings.
She gasps directing my urges
gives me hers
our contours

meet
in the receiving
and the giving
the merging
the paper thin breathing
between us
boundaries now collapsing
gasps of warm airs

surges,
arms enfolding
in cathedral body
space
which is the realm of True Love's First Embrace.
She whispered
'I need this.'
and I spin away
yet we both

exchange then
Yin and Yang
creating that
perfect equilibrium
where hearts sing
where embraces consecrate
where souls merge.

No kiss surpasses the first kiss
No embrace replicates
True Love's First.