Light, happy, peaceful Shakti
Round off a painting with
the beating of tabla,
the trill of the violin,
acoustic guitar, birdsong,
a thousand hare krsna's
to the guiding light of the moon
This will I do, as well as
the hoovering and garden
How to find the sacred feminine
light in a sea of flags and sausages
I envisage lettuce and spinach
with your gorgeous dressing
This poem dressed as a pet cat,
when the time is right...
Your ripe armpits refreshed
My hippiness gradually returning
Now I'm rambling but
I love you my gentle rose
My painting nearly complete
I hope it transcends
the everyday rumble of the household
You are my steady shakti squeeze
I'll squeeze you til the sun goes down
And I go down
The love I speak of with my tongue
touches your sweet yoni
And, like the eloquent words of the guru,
my mouth shall give you comfort
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