Uradiance

I will not stop at your skin. I won't turn back at the dazzle of your purity, that most subtle  substance of erotic fire. I pass through your locks and doors, a villain of galaxies scattered in your thimbleful of brownest loam. I imbibe You, not the color  of your flock, or scent of your  ancestral herd. I taste the smoke of your true  volcano, your voice, not the missing tooth in your old harp of chromosomes. I must see mountains melt  and tumble down your spine from the death's head of wisdom to the broken pomegranate in your birth valley. Smell the musk of your tears, hearken bloody drum throbs, flutes in your panther walk as you shoulder all the darkness  between stars,  and growl down black paths  through the core of Andromeda, the core of every proton in my body.  I insist on beholding the smokeless  undulant flame of your form as it scorches my eye,  feeling the pain of your breat...

  Can you pour the ocean into a thimble? Can you honor Woman in one day? The whole lifespan of Allah, Shiva, Yahweh is one breath in her eternity. Earth spins on her spine of stillness. Planets circle their suns because her darkness is awake. Stars drip from the rim of her bowl. We drank from her silence before we were conceived, trillions of galaxies suspended like dust in the golden beam of her gaze. When She closes her eyes, there is fullness. When she opens them, we dance.

The final apocalypse has already happened. The Last Judgment transpired a moment ago, in your diaphragm, as you exhaled.  The End of the World  is now, a sunbeam shattered through the prism of a dragonfly’s wing, scattering colors on a still pond. Creation ever dissolves in the tranquility of chaos.  All that exists is a glorious explosion of free energy, which is Love. When you are doing what you truly love, are you not living in the End Time? Skiing through powdery snow, knees and spine in fluid sync, effortless yet concentrated, leaning into every graceful parallel just so; or in the heart of the game, dribbling through the defense, feinting a shot over here, then firing a pass precisely  over there,  without even looking,  to your teammate  whom you somehow see beyond seeing in the synergy of consciousness that unites us all without diminishing the uniqueness of each; or when your spirit and body unite at the molten core of love-making: in that mo...