Over and Under

You touch me 
like my body is yours 
and you know every trick.
I catapult to a higher realm
and melt in your hands 
like warm butter.

Completely absorbed by the moment,
I drop further and further down
into the very essence 
of this human body
at its most elevated state.

And you wait for me 
at the bottom of the ravine.
You lay yourself down 
to catch my descent,
and we burrow away underground 
until we find the softest,
darkest place
where nothing and no one
can reach us.

Unrelatable and unrecognizable,
we hover high 
above the human condition,
undeniably,
unshakably, 
unbreakable.
Through time and space, 
we seep through the invisible matrix 
of fate and free will,
one blissful grain at the time,
all the way down 
into this eternal moment,
this singular point of focus,
the unending devotion,
the act of surrender without hesitation.

And we glide into all the tomorrows
smoothly,
like warm butter melting in your hand
when you touch me like my body 
has always been yours
and you you’ve known every trick
for centuries.