When you love
Yourself,
Truly,
Free of your egotistical
Constraints,
Then when
You gaze upon
Another human being
And See
Yourself,
They are
Amazing,
Stunning,
Gorgeous,
Beautiful…
And so She is.
How could you hurt
Yourself?
You wouldn't
Nor couldn't
Do so.
There's no need
To look into her soul
Because it is yours,
Reflecting back at
You
Like a mirror
Of another time,
Other choices
We could have
Made…
She has
& is now
Holding us.
The Light
Of the Goddess
Is made manifest
In her,
Two bodies,
In One soul
Out of different times,
How amazing
The universe is,
Was, now
& ever shall be.
Metaphors
Are pale moonlight
And ash in our mouths,
Like
Pixilated facsimiles
Of 12 dimensional
Beings
& experiences.
When two
Goddesses make love,
And the floodgates
Of heaven
Are torn open,
And toyed with
Fantasies become
Reality of ecstasy,
And flesh enflamed
By a Light too bright
To be contained
By bones alone…
How can letters
And words
Compare
To states
Reserved only
For the Gods
And those
They touch
And bless
To know such
Bliss?
