She springs full-made into Visual Mind
But emerges only
after hands have done Her work.
The Limbic Brain knows Her.
must ebb before Her tide.
See Her on the insides of your eyelids.
Hear Her tickle the hairs of your inner ears.
Smell the slick jittery
atoms of color.
Feel Her face emerge from your marks.
Elemental. Cells whisper rumors of desire.
Neurons fire electrical hints.
Muscles ignite with ideas.
Tendons beguile. Joints prophesy.
blood of Genesis sanctifies. Here is the Seduction.
confidence chases fast on the heels of chutspah.
Courage crumbles at the
feet of commitment.
Perfection demands pursuit, then Transformation touches
my fingers -
Menopausal momentum melts my hesitation.
I feel smoke
waft up from my hairline.
Steam rises from my groin and scalds my breasts.
I suck in the heat seething off my thighs and siphon in the power.
Art is rendered.