sometimes she’s not

these tendrils she unfurls in the pale moonlight

with golden thoughts behind this dark act in the night

and this thrust of magnitude to be

the more than she ever thought was she

possible

undeniable

reality

becomes truth

oh blessed union of universe with you

as you mate I watch the stars form before these virgin eyes

this world

this breath, plant, animal, mineral

essence born into being

a gust of creation occurring before me.

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