The majestic line of your profile
The perfect straight slope of your nose
Is my anchor in these storming seas.
When I close my eyes at night
And press my face into the pillow
You lie there as I do:
As another profile
Slotted over mine,
The aura of one
Greater than myself
Extending for a hand's span's width
Beyond my form.
I do not trace my own body
As I lie there,
No need for a traditional kavacha any longer:
You are permanently there
Surrounding me
An energy-sheath;
It is but the perfection of your profile
I now reverently trace with my mind's eye
Adoring its every curve and slope,
Bliss, bliss.
My soul's fingers
Lingering upon your grinning lips
Like a mother traces her fingers upon her child's mouth
Saying "you have inherited your grandmother's smile--"
A woman I never met,
My mother having lost her mother
When she had been but a child;
I still remember the awe and wistful tears
As she rejoiced in seeing her reborn in such a way
Proving that nothing and no one ever truly dies.
And just as your earthly form,
Beloved mine,
Was supposed to have become ashes
A long, long time ago--
Still, that curling scarlet curve
Of lascivious wickedness
Makes my sex leap as I contemplate it!
Bliss, bliss!
For here you are,
Alive and well indeed,
"Here I am, my sweet,"
Bliss, bliss!
And this is why I no longer
Need recite the kavacha either
--Behold, the little man in the heart
Has become the man all-encompassing,
Narayana!--
For you would surround me and penetrate me
--As you do now,
Lifting my blanket--
Whether I summoned you or not,
Whether or not it was my will;
I have become, I am, I always have been
Your vessel and your pleasure and your instrument and your will and your
--Bliss, bliss!--
The ground in which you continue
To live, and move, and have your being.
"Adi Shakti, Maya Shakti, Sri, Sri, Sri,"
You lisp in heat's bliss, bliss, bliss;
The head of your linga
Presses into the back of my yoni
A soft, plosive moan-sigh-oh
From your mouth against
The back of my neck
Horripilated in pleasure's chill-thrill:
A thousand petals sway softly,
Iridescent-radiant-translucent-
Bliss, bliss!
As you seal the holy circle
On the top of my head;
A snake's
Ouroborean, linga-egg-swallowing kiss,
Whispering, slithering, rocking, swirling into ear and womb
You playfully, effeminately imitate and hiss,
"Bliss,
Oh, bliss,
Oh, bliss!