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!