Primordial Dancer
She is pregnant fruits on a dainty vine
her presence divine
she straddles the line between holy and erotic.
She has since she created Creation;
She is Creation, don't you know?
She walked through flames and won.
Her henna-burnt feet can split the Earth if she wills it.
Her ghungroo makes thunder;
the hands of Nature lift up in surrender
to the power of the dancer.
The dew that covers her body
could quench the thirst of demons
and end the lives of gods.
It could create the Universe
if she let any man touch her.
If any man dare touch her
like a parched leaf touches a forest fire.
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