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The Valley of Love

You say it is He,
I say Love cannot be
Anything but Her
But of what you speak
I cannot do anything but agree
Absurd though it be
I know many things
Can blossom from a tree
Toxic fruits or gospel truths
Autumn leaves
Dancing in the wind
Like incautious youth
Love is a panther
sleek & majestic, yet lethal
To one of her kind she binds
& entrances tantrically,
yet to prey she is a dancer
She appears & vanishes
in symmetry, pounces
From the limbs of trees
Claws their countenance
intimately consumes their flesh
Devours it & replenishes her essence
Love exhumes the tomb at rest
Then buries it again
Till it blooms with a womb blessed
She ferries men on the Lethe
If they tarry again, c'est leur décès
Elle effraie, elle détruit
Mais elle est mécène, et elle instruit
There is no I & I for her it is We
We bond through her speeches
But she deceives us
like a pond with a beach
Yet beyond her deceits
She greets us with arms as sweet
As the Dawn's breezes
She believes in Morning & Evening alike
To her they seem alike
For they blend like women & men
Like sess & sensi
Blessing the senses
Psychotropically yet
They might blight you psychotically
Such is Love
Like Dust from Above
That brought Life with
a Cosmic breath
Wrought from Night
Like the stars celestial
Love is the Goddess' vestibule
Kali dwells in the mansion
Hellishly tantric
Stringing lovers' heads
for her mala while she's belly dancing
But we musn't dread Prama
Like bread from mana
The Food of Death
Is Eternal Life masked
So too is the true breath of Love
Supernal & Everlasting
Surpassing all passions & lusts
She lashes the just & favours the bold
that match Her touch
Flavours golden in an acid substance
Acrid taste masked by the lushness
Of her gaze, it's vice-versa
as we clutch it in amazement
From the worst vices & curses
She musters up aid in lustful dazes
Yet She scolds us so coldly
When our motives are so noble
Original conundrum to fathom
Listen to the humdrum of her patterns
Be rhythmically enticed
For She is the rhythm of Life
She is a vision of Isis
a prism's refractions priceless
Whether passions or vices
She is the Master of Night
& sole vestal of Day
She is Most Desolate prayers
That glow like breaths on cold days
She is the Soul's Savior
Yet She is also the Slayer


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