Your hands on me
awaken my bed of chi
circumvent all rationality.

Energies anesthetize malignence
potent amber eyes baptize soul
as two become one, then something more.

Your smiling eyes disintegrate time itself
I am yours as you are mine
anxieties melt or mold in presence.

Shoulders shrug in a courtsy
bow to my will bowing in yours—
alas always unbroken.

For a yogic student to achieve Samadhi
they may face a disciplined decade or two or more,
but I am no yogi
and how I levitate 
with you as my floor.