Tantra on Highway 491, Just North of Shiprock

There in the old Subaru

When I touched the electricity

Of your thigh

We stepped out of time

Gentle

Slow

Silk rhythm

Stay here my dear

Don’t rush

The blood to ripeness

Eighty miles an hour outside

Slow burn inside

Your bare feet on the dash

Skirt hiked up

Panties pulled to one side

Heat and secrets mingle

Turn spirals

Yours with mine

Lives overlap

Mists dance with mystery

At the portal I

Invite the All of you

In to sit and dine

Over naked hilltop after hilltop

Horizon over horizon

Down through valleys

Past knife edges of rock

Crumbling lava

Remnants of violent thrust

Slow through the rez towns

Newcomb

Gallup a long ways off still

So full the tendril hurts

Pushing against a loamy crust

In search of light

The sun hot on the most tender

Stillness

Even a hint would render

A tear in the

Translucent fabric

Of heartbeats

Tires float above

The tarmac

Intent
Suspended

Lifted for a moment unbearable

From the weight

Of this earth