A Sand Mandala and the Dance with You

She [my Dancer of Words] said to me:

* I dropped my white lacy handkerchief

within your sphere of influence,

waiting impatiently for my clue

to discover a matching desire.

Here, alone, I burn a calm, steady fire,

my mind awakened to the novelty

of a curiosity for your unknown body,

fantasizing your needed aggression.

* [Original Poetry / Poetess Hinda-jonathan]

I in return said to her:

I would touch of

eyes and spirit

finger tips and cheeks

in a kind and soft

celebratory silence

of quiet mind.

Outward you are a

courtesan's beauty

suspended in time

Fanning 'just becauses'

and the wilting of

a princess

come use to

[and the getting of]

her ways.

Yes, in friendship

of conversation and mind

I would touch of

finger tips and cheeks

in tantric profundity

and celbration of kind.

Know what transpires forth

in both acquiescence and

the willing of want

is but a worship for me

in a Timelessness

with She and thee.

Outward you are a

temptress's beauty

suspended in time:

Yes Siren, I would touch of

eyes and spirits

finger tips and cheeks

in a sand mandala coloured

of movements and dance

birthed by our crossings in Lila and Time.