Star Flower

In the twilight of suspended star thunder where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure, A lavender Tigress of effortless enlightenment seeking sensations on the edge of eternity's cremation, on her fingertips questions and answers dance to mudras of nimble demolition as the triumph of truth blazes on the tip of her tongue's flavored amusement, genetics of ginger helix she licks and sticks to the flesh of nude nirvana limber in the moment of typeless titillation, becoming an animal of fearless asana, a creature of chaos prowling along the heartbeat of karma, Brahma made her beauty from the diamonds of a billion deceased roses, the ascetics recognize her as a child of Kali, gorgeous and gruesome in vendetta, for the Brahmins she is a Mother of immeasurable mystery, a kiss on the eye of history, worshipers whisper the wealth of her shameless and shapeless clarity, as charity of Parvati, Heirlooms of sun blood and moon love decorate the tender truth of her body, a garden of webbing galaxies, catching the notions of novas her mandala, rain romantic in flying fall, plucking the Ganges sitar her mantra, the movement of melange madness through perfect passion her sutra, poetry naked on the nerves of nascent love need is her tantra, chakras uniting to recreate the uncreated color of consciousness, crown her aura, as the lotus of love blooms blue, she dances on the fragrance of freedom - J.A.B.