Very First

Very First

Of those autumn falls,

just after the dinner,

before leaping for yendeer,

I seize your wrist,

targeting you to transfix,

your eyes into mine,

and mine into yours,

pressing wall to move,

forward for a synchronous,

forehead tap and breathe,

You gaze above and,

we both rug against,

agreeing for a close,

in a snap moment.

Both of us pick,

light clothes for ease,

with windows wide open,

moonlight, breeze falling in,

You gaze at moon,

I follow your expression,

both seek into another,

you move sideways my-lap,

rubs your cheek against,

and I kiss yours,

cheek-chin-neck-back,

you turn in question,

angrily you behold me,

my lips meet forehead.

Comfortably we settle upon,

I grip your shoulder,

unwind the top laces,

feeling the mystic incense,

it falls below belly,

you resist and cover-up,

my hand follows yours,

to restrict your action,

you rest upon my-chest,

finger mapping my face,

and very abruptly you,

lean, lips my eyes,

clenches my left shoulder,

and neck refusing distances.

Ends present so close,

Clasping hand in hand,

as sins all forgiven,

your hair sizzles my-face,

it feels so intense,

asking for a permanence,

dew-midst-mist-chill.

I relaxen the grips,

unwillingly eases with aid,

both of us sleep,

without-woe-will-wonder,

fearless fanatic love lures

in between one sniffs,

another tightens the grip.

-iri