The Goddess

He calls me “Goddess,” “Venus.”

And that I am.

I’ve given birth to Universes, and collapsed under their weight only to expand again (though I’m not at all sure what I’m creating in this lifetime, except for maybe this endless series of perfect moments of fully embodied presence). 

I never been caught in this infinite orgasm loop while literally plugged in to another human being. 

He’s so fucking beautiful, and so open. 

I’ve never shared this particular energetic with another human being like this; yet I feel safe with him, safe to bring all aspects of my being transparently and fully into this moment. And there are no boundaries, no hesitations and no limitations to prevent this merger of equals and opposites as they compliment and complement one another.

I’m not in control of this process; yet I’m both The Cause and The Effect, the ocean and the ripple, the player and the instrument.

I can’t help but meet him, meeting me, in all this glory.

I choose the choiceless choice and give all of my self, my Self, my heart, mind, soul, and body — a present of presence both to and for myself, and to and for this other as myself.  

This bodymind is a portal to another dimension. Through it I touch the untouchable and unreachable, skipping stones on the surface of the infinite. Wave after wave. As one rises another crashes in one single note of some perfectly hummed harmony. I’m expanding and contracting and exploding and concentrating energy flows, a limitless battery and the lightening charge dancing electric on illuminated skies.

You illuminate me. 

I illuminate me, and you. 

We are luminous.