Pirouetting like an entranced ballerina

sozzled with joie de vivre

she whirls around the galactic fields -

those dance galleries of her starry tribe,

touching base, in passing

with their fingers, eyes, intentions:

one moment at sparky tangents,

another at perigee;

sometimes at alluring arms length,

at others, impassioned, transfixed

or momentarily consumed.

 

Then, those many children!

Coming so close, the breath

steams up their eyeballs

and down their gasping throats.

She drives them giddy with dreams

with the distances of her loving;

it’s exotic, erotic moods and flavours

stirring-up hearts and minds,

the lusts and longings of their intrepitude.

She, goddess, temptress

wielding the full scale of her assets,

her heavenly gifts and invisible burdens

without any limits, terms or conditions.

 

The core and crux of her purpose,

as she flaunts her lovely delusions

and sublimest denials

is - what is.

 

She whispers sweet nothing to the trusty,

envelops the willing in her maw

 - kundalini’s repertoire full on.

She galvanizes the spirits madness

as much as divine be-attitude.

She may throw out any glory,

claimed or gained, with the garbage.

Her dematerialising process

dispenses with every prop and signpost,

sense or assumption…

...to, mayhappen upon comeuppance

 - that which no word

whatever the courage, faith, honour

could deserve or even intimate.