Sunday, November 27, 2011

Love&Apocalypse

You washed
upon a dazzling beach at noon
with diamonds in your eyebrows
and glittering coral
hanging from your hair
sweeping the sands of time from your waist

Your hands and breast alike
are as cups filled
with a nurturing ambrosious of wisdom
that founts forth
from within your loins

Your voice is the hushed sound
of cosmic knowledge
wearied from its travel
through your channel

Your presence is an awesome
and ever startling event
even to the eyes of the souls
of strangers and laymen

A Vision
as the Rainbow
chaining Canyons
adjacented between the River
hidden beneath a fog

Beautiful as Love
and Apocalypse

Native to my spirit
Fascination in flowering form




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