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I dance with her celestial, goddess spirit

resembling a Whirling Dervish, a Rumi elated

by the seductive trance of impenetrable

knowing – our souls tenderly subsumed

in an unrestricted, sweetheart fantasy, like

the tightly woven folds affectionately

cradling the delicate mold of all eternity.

Purling upon the genial, quasar enchantment,

teasing me directly into the cuddled bottom

of a nuptial vortex – dropping away all time

through lustral chasms of Tantric purification,

as extended zeniths over a dozen heavens collide

into a passion immortal that flares a stellar rhapsody

through the multiple intensity of enormous joy.

Entwined, astral explosions soft-petal osculate

into feminine voids where vast magnitudes

perish only to be born again in the same moment,

delivered from engendered, divine wombs

as they magically think them so, allowing

nothing created by women ever to become extinct -

stay the light on loan to illuminate other dimensions.

What incessant rapture exists far and near

in the garden plenary that always was, forever

is, and forever will be via ever- Y – thing

becoming unified, expanding into the motherly

sequel through the procreating dynamics

that splurge new life across the galaxies; where

stars full of lovers play like her amorous children.