Birds fly up
Suddenly there are landmarks
in the sky.
Vivid wings
a plumage of us.
A startled union
but still
every feather, its own mind.
It happens in an instant
a world breaks away
from its moorings
showers of birds
fall upwards
into Her open hands
each flight a feeling,
a hue of love
and arousal.
Every atom finds its voice
to be Her speech.
Bodies arrive from a million places
to be Her one lover.
The Goddess is a riot
uplifting appearance into vision,
Her wing-beats
are our breath.
