Kundalini Splendor

How We Did It

First, we stood there
listening to music,
first yours, then mine.

We both wore headphones
(this intensifies the vibrations)
as we watched each other
from across the table.

Then you moved over,
ran your hand across the top of my back.
I returned that favor, and felt
what I had never felt before:
something intense and rich,
sensuous, flowing,
like those Indian prints
of Krishna and Rhada making love,
doing questionable
things to one another.

We, of course, were fully clothed.
We never touched at all,
our hands kept a distance.

You called it Lesbian Mysticism.

I called it Kundalini Splendor.