Is This How Gods Make Love to Mortals
Cast into heaven
with the violence of childhood and
the innocence of birth
where I swam with the grace
of dolphins in a cosmic sea of
of dark blues mingled
in the black and gold of Lapis lazul.
The night sky
was like the pearl sheen of abalone
illuminated by galaxies and stars that flowed over me
with the warmth of goddesses
who caressed my nakedness.
I thought to myself,
is this how gods make love to mortals?
Hey, I love this poem–a short one–crisp, to the point. A wonderful alternative note to the more serious roots notes of your work.
Thanks, it was a vivid dream I woke from at 3 A.M. I had to get up and write down what I could remember.