Overcome with friction,
Lounge in silk and laughter.
August goddess blowing,
Feeding summer to Her senses.

Glitter bedded in Her skin,
Mind alive & smoldering sun.
Swaying in the cinnamon wind,
Queen of breath and movement.

Willingly pressed beneath her feet,
Are tiny souls who She controls
Infuses them incense and color,
Leaves pearls inside their lungs.

She rises and remains afloat,
But pleasure's not Her  power.
It's in the aid she dotes on others,
Returning grace and fervor,

To the earth that gave it to her.