(Poem 3) Creation Story by Dr. Mary Ann Ghaffurian

PART III

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
  imprint
Of the goddess’s teeth on the ethers, his footprint on cosmic
  cloud.
Imprinting the mantle; Yes, you can still see and hear the
  tinkling laugh.
Behind her the eye of her god is strong, lotus-eyed, rapturous, jewelled.
You can hear them lyrical in their dissolution in joy; smell
  the nectar.
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
Radha Krishna and Raymond Meeks 1988 image 
© "Around the Waterhole"
(Read Part II and Part III.)