your blood's almost conjurable,

a bath this heart draws...and

soaks in.

you're such a woman.

seated with the ***** posture

of apprehension--combing

through the shadowy tangles

of your sensual demise.

taken and taken by how life

happens...like a perfect stranger

you feel you've known forever.

utterly conversant on deeper and

deeper meanings of the unsaid--

time flying by till it's wings can

no longer be seen.

Now is the samadhi we die into...

pure connection, establishing

itself by the moment.

our tantra will be fulfilled at eyeshot~