Suckling upon the breast
of purest love's divinity
that goes beyond all concepts
of mere roles of motherhood
as what once lost is found again
within a stream invisible
yet ever nurturing

returning then within a touch
of flesh that simply must respond
as harmony resounds and is revealed
in this rhythm that repeats forevermore
as if one heart, so great, so powerful
insists it must be so
within the verity of mortal form
become the bliss of all reality

Invisible, this circuitry of circling
as cycles now complete themselves again
in natural affinity become divinity
for every form reveals no less
than all reality
if but once allowed
its true deliverance

and the feel of electricity is more
than merely mortal mind conceives
becoming this one feel of ecstasy
that suckles now upon the breast
of love's infinity . . .


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