Haze and mists of rose and blue. Oh God what beautiful hues !
Pale old gold silhouette.
Trees nipple the barrenness of smooth moulded breasts
hand imprints ridge the nakedness
impregnated shreds of cotton cloud and gold and pink imbibe.
Feline forms lie naked in the night
when doves to love forsook their flight.
This ! Ever so hideous rapes her flesh !
It routes and scars her, scours and mars ….
See the silent silhouetted flight
sweet and sacred is this night
whence love imbues and caresses thee
waves of ecstasy flow in fluent folds
through sensual shapes of fluid forms
Whence oneness is moulded – sameness is felt
pain in pleasure torn from one to other.
Vital venue entwined and exquisitely en-sphered
en-souled, en-slaved in sacred sculpture
of Life’s longing for Love.