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They dance.

☆

She twirls, as he caresses.

He caudles her efflorescence

and

sets the tone,

embodies and balances with 

scales of mystery and secrets unknown.

She flourishes in this heaven

of ageless suspension

and bubbles from her innermost depths to 

secrete with agape 

the sustenance that nourishes her very 

existence,

and all 

borne through her

exquisite yet deeply penetrating

enchantment.

Ninety five times her size,

a faint ring of the sickle, 

his spiraling girth grazes

her pale blue essence 

and Moon 

as she succumbs to honor

her rightful place within the 

gentle folds of aethereal frolic

and

cosmic majesty

(The Earth and her moon as seen from Saturn)

Celestial breath

 to be mimicked

in every dimension, 

through inexplicable

phases and stages,

raptures, junctures, 

combustions, 

and culminations

of astral storms.

Pulsating in unison 

to the 

rhythm of all that is,

and all that was,

and what will be.

*

☆

*

 The thunderous,

clamoring

enigma 

of

☆

silence 

☆

heard only among 

the timelessness 

that man can 

but only dream 

to touch.  

*

That which he may have no 

knowledge

of,

but can only

live

for the

dance. 

07/28/2013 ©

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