Drifting Back

As we drift back
into these forms
of what some say
contain no more
than gross inequity
an incongruity
comes to the fore

For without this deep desire
where would we find the fire
that lights our way?

and if this god
of our imagining exists
he is descending now
within this kiss of ecstasy

and the goddess is arising
now in turn
to feed the fire
that burns eternally
within these forms so real

while the urgency
of this appeal
seems heaven-sent . . .


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