Vanishing

VANISHING

when the lover approaches me

with enormous peacock eyes

and His enchanted plumes

fall across my soul what can I give

but... everything

every wild windswept tantric kiss shared

from the honey-suckled mouth

of a yellow striped bee

glued against sticky amber blossoms

open wet and fragrant under the

amorous throbbing sun

thawing, melting, stiff, icy, polar peaks,

snowbound rivers

rush across the boundaries of a Self

so incredibly immense

so infinitely proportioned

our toes tickle the milky way

and our heads rest somewhere in

Heaven.

(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,

108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)