Photo- Frank Jay Leonard
The Great She
is always dancing
and I am her skirt
.
.
From the center of her longing
she moves her hips
while I, smitten with her audacity
sway at her ankles
lightly grazing the ground
.
.
Together
we spiral around
this great pillar of Love
an untouchable perfection
circling continuously
in rapturous becoming
.
.
this dance between us
has become a most Divine unrest
Her in the savoring of ecstatic blooming
and me ever chasing her
trying to kiss her feet