Perfect Match

I have finally found her

Holding on

Letting go

Serving

Taking

Putting together

Ripping apart

My hands

Touch

And move over my body

I am comforted by the warmth of my own skin

Beneath the sheets

I stroke the silk of my own interior

Tease

And play

And then

I put my fingers in my mouth

I taste good

Each chamber loaded

Central, volatile, hungry

The heart of me

And the heart of me

my heart

Both shango and Oba

My spirit and soul mate

I am the God I seek

Constant movement

Complicated

Wondering and wandering

My mind

Electric

Synaptic activity

Firing neurons

My thoughts are my vibration

I reach across space

Encounter myself

Embrace what had become

Separated

Oneness

The value of a single strand

I have found her

My perfect match