In This Cosmos
Adrift sleeping deeply dreaming
flowing hair is softly gleaming
endless so that joy is seeming
over our skin lightning teeming.
Sacred temple where we sow
wonder worship want to know
longings urgent ebb and flow
amorous this love shall grow.
Strewing starlit divine dust
atoms far in space we thrust
clinging tightly stay we must
in this cosmos fueled by lust.
Fervor pining burning rising
wanton carnal longing flying
loving rising falling sighing
night for living not for dying.
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