I lay upon her golden red desert dryness
She pushed up against me
a passionate embrace of wild
stillness.
Light and colour defined by absence
absorbed by absolute black
sky
Open. Wide. Soundless space.
Star point patterns infinite.
Silence
deep velvet against my skin
purple hum behind eyes shut.
No human made noise sandpapers
the void.
Taken deeply by her heartbeat
throbbing orgasmic alchemy joins
earth sky me
Nuclear blast white light inside
I am the Eye of the vortex spinning.
A single crystal note singing
song of the Phoenix rising.
Rising sun’s fire colours the sky.
“It’s change. That’s all”
The Phoenix walks the sand impressed.
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