Though what you are looking for is not lost.
So you indulge
the many cosmos with the one
thing life really needs.

The presence of a cheerful excavation
An uncovering process
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My glance is always softened
By the way this one folds
her cardigan
     Alongside her sarong.
No, not so wrong,
     so right. It reminded me,

The glowing pile of her identity
Trampled upon by the passion
That heated, viscous piece of time

Where

magnets Seemed most permeable.

Oh, the sound of my ego
hitting the floor,
As if pianos could play backwards

Combined with the vessel,
Into which we pour
lost moments

The sequences of ourselves most vulnerable…

Those moments of awakened dream that we spend paralyzed
Ghosts gripping, eyes bright as they are
midnight fright,

But still she is there
Angelic form framed freshly
In the moon's most grandmotherly light

Such elegant nourishment…as if to say "pinky's up now then; good show"

The space around the form is surrounded
By the ever ordered, static grid.
But also chaotic, dynamic electric fur licking the opaque edges of dark off the wall.

I can move again,
I'm on the mend.

Together we’ll face the quakes, the winds, and the inky fires
And no river will hold us helpless by it's serpentine fluid dynamics
Like the grounds they hold captured, eternally etched through gushing grace.

Why be held captured to the ground my stars, when through love we can fly?

When she saunters
in a two piece bikini,
without making
any  pug marks
even on soft sand,
"Which one color
adds more firepower
to her allure
enhanced figure?"
is a question
never heard aloud,
all the same,there
hovers in the thick air,
quite tangibly.
Even with all the intimate
knowledge on her at hand,
it is still too difficult
to suggest, as she moves
with the deadly confidence
of a sleek armored car,
every one that appears on
the line of fire along
the  180 degree curve
sure would go down,
that's a daily occurrence.

But if on a  bikini in white
she would be seen on the beach
absolutely mysterious she looks
the decision on this is unanimous!
how does one  know this?
     -a stunned silence every time
       happens is the clinching proof.

She is spontaneous poetry, no need to be written,
a dam burst of emotions subtle,on what I float along,
a whirlwind at an unpredictable time of the season
looking for an intimate space to churn and churn and churn.

By now, I know this without her even hinting,
all her dark clouds will rain in torrents nonstop
in to my landscape, sultry, broad and tranquil
I am an open sky, a stage ready for changing realities
a cloudless calm now in meditative expansiveness,
ready to change from dark, cloudy turgidity
to it's contrast, white feathery fluff that's dreamy.

This time round, when she visited,she did lie naked
on my bed supine, looking at me wistfully for a while
in my mind's sky beams of morning sun criss- crossed
all the nine openings of my body tightly shut, I sat meditating.

But I felt her chaotic presence in the energy field spreading,
she hurriedly removed her clothes one by one,smiling
in the buff she alights on my lap,a butterfly on a flower was her,
by and by a sweet heaviness enveloped my *****, in union with hers

I hear the primordial boom of the big bang, refining as an "Om"
travelling sans any medium it goes outwards to expanding universe.
to the 1"Chidakasha" where everything begins and go beyond.

Her storm energy, Tantric, seeks alleviation of existential pain,
I hear my glowing inner eye whispering in  light to the far galaxies,
In one form she is so much, past present and future converged,
She is 2"Mahatripurasundari", great enchantress of the three worlds.
Shakthi, the feminine energy that moves earth, heaven and hell,
Kali, the dark energy, seeking sublimation through catharsis.

On me she moves like a tortoise deliberately,my nervous system reads,
She would defeat the hare and win the laurel, in yogic, trance I discern.

The ethereal transactions of two pairs of eyes,
has happened at the speed of lightening.
A decision was struck in a moment, at a secret space
for communion,  far beyond the conscious mind,
with the precision of a chemical reaction orchestrated,
where past, present and the unknown, miraculously converged.

A deal is done effortlessly; the desired finish of a chain reaction.
Nucleic acid double helix strummed tunes,for the composition,
the commerce two bodies have transacted for nature, has echoes
beyond the scope of mathematical equations to explain the event,
it zooms to the beyond, in to the secret accounts of cosmos eternal,
where the matter assumes the blissful form of "pure consciousness".