Tantra

Bathed in moonlight.
Shaking weightlessness.
Embrace of echoing organs.
Scatter in the sinking shattered sky.

Resounding memory transfer.
Dance in the sinking sky.

Weekend rain.
Suck up the stale air.
The repeating waves leave again and again.
The scent of mist permeates the nape of the neck.

Hard sky.
Make eye contact and grab my waist.
Read the space with your heartbeat.
Let your inner heat burn.
Strike your throat with your tongue and raise it above your head.
Confuse what binds and what liberates.