Linda Marie Van Tassell
Lithe and lovely, she rises through air
in vibrant splendor at break of day,
naked, with dawn’s flame twined in her hair,
dancing her petals in moist bouquet.
A light wind whispers between the trees.
Of love and beauty, it sweetly sings,
fluttering gently with rippled ease
to lift the heart on anointed wings.
He lusted and lay down upon her,
evoking the warmth of sweet embrace,
unfolding his heart, at once astir,
nestled beside her to kiss her face.
In swirls of light and burning desire,
the sky is a scarf of crepe de chine
embroidered with threads of saffron fire
draped by the wind over fields of green.
She opens her soul and fills with peace,
transcending the world on shafts of light;
and her petals of dress never cease
to rise from the depths that clasp her tight.
Eternity blooms in nirvana.
She is poised in peace: Padmasana.
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