God as a naked fabric, a forceful self...
lay today in the morning dew with love amidst and over me,
on the wet barren land, between the moist deep and the green road
the yellow petals, their leaves and twigs
stood witness to the Love we made...
torn with relief, I devoured the pain
but, there was no desire in the pleasure She gave
like hollow imprints of ***** uncertain steps
on moving sands and loss waters....
...a mute witness, it was then that I saw,
either God was a She or I was a he...
I chose the latter and allowed Her to be.