Pushing hands, I yield to your gentle force,
redirect it, respond to stimuli
of your warm frame, roll back to alter course
of our caress, flesh alert to taiji
song. Waving hands like clouds, holding shoulder
press, relaxing chest and rounding back, you
smile as I match you, watch your eyes, bolder
now. You extend in single whip, then Wu
brush knee, and golden rooster on one leg,
all while prone. Leaning in, my snake creeps down
carries me to you, and I slip past ledge
of your thigh, where all emperors are crowned.
We coil and breathe deep, passion and peace, two
bodies as one, symbol of Taijitu.
Roger Armbrust
February 28, 2009
