Song of the Sacred and Profane -Adult-

I see her as the woman on the road, and in the distance just inside her sight, one solitary male approaching—that alone, draws up within her, latent fire and by its warming she must genuflect before the altar of desire. There is a silent passion, holy in its touch, that sparks connection, unexplained. There is electric purity within its cloud that strikes across that narrowing space, creates magnetic lust in celebration of the naked thrust oncoming, finally to close the gap between her trembling body and his throbbing heat. I see divinity in that. I see the re-enactment of the woman made to be the glory in that polymorphic act inspired from pagan dreams of paradise, gifted yet today upon the god-blessed whoring saint called humankind. ~ (Some of you will be offended by this poem, but I am more convinced than ever that there are times of affinity between the states of sexual attraction and holy blessedness)