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My Victorianism

A backlit silhouette
of milky curves
and softening angles
she lends a hand

up

a powerful force
this thing called desire
its roots
root
rooting her
down down down through the earth's crust

exploring exotic terrain
the wet jungles
of possibility
he lurks lurks
lurks like a prowling cat in the grass
in the knee high, high grass

spinning, twirling, a kaleidoscope
of shape, form and light
she rises she reaches up up up
                                                     (photosynthesizing in the light)
he reaches down down down
they grab hold

a cosmic collision
fire and water
air and wood
earth and sky
body and spirit
male and female
radiating, penetrating

shifting plates
upthrusting rock
shooting out shooting out shooting
pow!

a black hole
and another universe is born.