The Meeting.

We were emotionally born at the same time.

Held captive in a space limited to our imaginations

and just for that short period in time

our fingertips shared the same prints extracted from sand dunes in Kemet.

My lips eagerly became familiar with every curve and dimple of you.

Searching for heat inside of a cold room

you were the first taste of warm ice cream I had ever enjoyed.

I felt your estrogen haunting my bones.

I had no desire other than to make your lady geyser create new constellations.

Ceremoniously transmit tomorrow’s life to you through symbiotic conclusions.

I gave you part of me to be born again.

Our flesh mimicked the subdermal divinity of Ausar and Auset.

In the morning

we were born again.

To give birth again

to a sun

from our merging stars

and no more

shall we wonder

what the future holds.

We are the reservoirs of light.