Without Beginning or End

Beach chatter thinking
Crashed to a close
When a pair of gulls,
Mates, I was sure
Began to dance.
Soon, every being
In sight
Fell into step.
And my heart went whoosh.
I inhaled
Caressing her flesh
Breathing the sighs of color
And saturated moans
And I thanked you god
For weaving my attention
Into the fabric
Of divine beauty
Hers
Mine
Yours
Then teaching me
It is Ours
Now
Without beginning or end.
Her lips
Took mine.
I could taste
The nucleus of fire
Descending into blue
Hot moist breakers
Of Mauve
Carnal thunder
Rich and wet
Calling me in
Turning me out
And in shallows
Amber and pink
A goddess-child danced
A dance
Free of time
Free
Now
Without beginning or end

            -Paul Babin



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