lake concave

in orgasm i swept my hands
across the wet earth
and felt each atom's detail and
felt each thing of air
and each feeling in between.

i felt feeling
and put my hands on it.

in orgasm i moaned
for i had no choice.
i lifted my head, then,
to let sink again
the pulse of this euphoria, and i:
every load of energy pulsated back into me:

i lay my hands down on the wet earth
and moaned.

~

i was with
at this time
a She companion; an aquarian soul
very close to i.
in our past she has witnessed me
at my worst and i consider it awful sane
for her to now hear my noise
of pleasure.
i keep myself here
starring up to the Natural Spread Woman
and, truly,
i am in comfort of all i am surrounded with.
i am not shameless,
i am simply, now, without shame.

this is the feminine at climax.
it is the full moon at the height of summer
and with eyes of worship i behold Luna
so tempest and close to earth,
so round and so full.
pregnant on space.
she is in her thrown and bending the water:
i look out at the waters and can plainly see!
they are bent!
it is awesome!
the tide has risen and the body is in tension
though
completely
inviting.

i think of how fearless a woman must be
to feel absolute pleasure.

i grow moist
and subject myself to the waters.
i take off all my human cloth and wear
nothing except what She my mother gave to me.
i am spirited in my existence.
i keep one foot in front the other
and MOVE
until my body is soaked.

Luna! you have behaved me irregular and never before
so natural.
i am without possession or intention of anger.
all these worldly things have vanished for there is
no such means of cultivation of them
in my soul.

i am only with
my
soul
and my womanly
umbilical cord
fixing me deeply
to the universe.