the manner of perfection is always
the meeting of what is up there
and down here, for instance...
man &
God, and that is on the higher plane
but there is more to this kind of
philosophy,
even in the basest manner of making love,
the fusion of two lips
the collisions of two pelvic bones
tongue
to tongue
in and
out
body to
body
soul to
soul
more likely but
the point is
there is more ecstasy
for the lips to
reach down the tips
of the toes
God
stepping down
to crucifixion
to find
Man
heaven's tongue
to earth's
feet,
the sharp rods of
thunder
piercing the
crevices of
the earth
the fingers of the sun
caressing
the roots of grass
the man
bending between
the legs
of the woman
on the floor
the carpets crawl
on the carpets
the ceiling drops
undressed
the moon finally
rest on the marshes
how a goddess
resigns
from its
cloud throne
to have a tryst
with the horny
faun
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