In a starry bower, King and Queen of the Heavens breathed.
Deep in every permutation of chime beyond human to discern.
Lost in contemplation and awe at what they had done.
Became lost to, and in, each other.
So lost there was nothing left but laughter, joy, and the
Of the goddess’s teeth on the ethers, his footprint on cosmic
Imprinting the mantle; Yes, you can still see and hear the
Behind her the eye of her god is strong, lotus-eyed, rapturous, jewelled.
You can hear them lyrical in their dissolution in joy; smell
Peaches, jasmine, rose.
Abandoned to each other and all they had made.
Was this wanton creation?
You ask me, as dinosaurs rumbled forward and walked with
mammals and women.
Radha Krishna and Raymond Meeks 1988 image
© "Around the Waterhole"