Alchemy

 
I'm riding on frequency,
unweaving,
deep diving,
trace my mouth
and you'll find
your place,
where I don't have time
to ground, to sound
an utterence -
a single noise
less than a moan
meant as yours,
touch, tied,
and I'll open,
blushed - awoken,
assemble this
emboldened crown
which always knew
there were fresh pieces to fit -
don't toe dip,
go seeking,
freely treating
spaces in me
that've been retreating
to a little fucking... relief -
these places pushed
to the back of my head
remind them how to relax,
to release,
to love,
but little love,
take
but little loss
for the bliss of agony,
say no,
say almost,
say not yet,
say need it?
     "Yes,"
and then claim
all that is served as yours,
quivering and retracing,
waxing and waning,
energy exhaling,
inhaling
without game play
or reflecting,
there's a vitality you hold
within me,
purely there,
purely there
for the lightworking.