she works birds

of the most fickle color

and wing, throughout

her arms.

as one would a fragrant

cosmetic cream.

a glow leaps off her skin--

covering distances that are

instantaneous pilgrimages.

she flies as she walks, elemental

perceptor of the rishis.

spewing ***, withdrawing the

sword of mind and wiping

its blood.

she paces the most gilded balcony--

sunned seven times over.

clustered of grapes and cupidons--

that walk the vine, sodden in the wine

of samadhi.