dancing warriors

blazing skies
hot rocks
she meets him
on the edge

old serpent tongue
he hasn’t changed,
they take up
where they left off

parallel warriors
she, sovereign of desire
he, outrageous, inscrutable

they ride the mindstream,
a dance beyond
heaven and earth

until quiescence reigns.

marsha sweet

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: