it feels so new. he inside me. i close my eyes & let my spirit soar, to the spaces we've danced before, as children. happy. ecstatic. un-sorrowful. as he gyrates silently, my juices flow. lubricating from the source of all things. this place that calls us in the midst of haphazard junctions. & beneath the tongue curses, i moan to reach his climaxing stance. in loving him, i love mystelf, wholefully chaotic.