silent adoration

There was death in one dimension
as if the sky inhaled
and all earth was forgotten.
[Such  are dreams or auguries?]

Time is a dancer
who holds a woman close
until her breath bathes his face,
a pulse of her desires
makes a fire-filled trance.


He finds a common will
accepts her obedient gift
pressed in silent adoration
a milonga of the spirit...a zen of dance

In one dimension
all earth was forgotten
[such  auguries fill my dreams]...