Lips. Orgasmic rose petals
supping on the wine between.
Shimmering gold flecks,facets of fire and ice
from sapphire eye gates.
Cradled in bosom as a new born breath of life
is the canyon of heart speak and sated tenderness.
Free spirit dances wildly as goddess’ peace
calms raging waters and roaring flames.
Shared space of child and vixen,
mother and crone,
courtesan and beloved.
Here I rise with gracious roar to
consume the dark and
birth luminous presence
quickened in velvet folds..