~~ Cosmic Dance -- Page II ~~ -- images copyrighted by RJ Wing and Skydax ~~ This is the second page of the "Cosmic Dance" gallery -- see dedication, etc. on first page. The opening graphic is a type of symbol (though each version is a definite variation on the theme, as RJ Wing will no doubt notice, when she sees this page :-) ). The next graphic in fact, is her work...titled "Touch" -- ...and a quick cosmic note, here -- Sky loved it! :-) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4.8.2000 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ later... he wrote... in warm waves of satin water... between fire and ice... beneath the soft surface like drops of blue sky are the dimensions of rippling... glowing ... moist canyons... and the column of pearl drops... glistening against the soft mounds, and petals of silky skin... and where they meet... to plunge deeper... where they merge ... to join... I make love to you...and you to me... DSF -- 4.9.2000 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ she replied: I am loved by a poet the world is filled with figurative language images of every emotion and form verse after verse after verse after verse he lives sensuosly moonlight, sunshine, stars the moist dew drops of inner thighs no texture goes untouched unexplored I breathe in his poems as he whispers them against my lips love sonnets Shakespeare in love or a beat jazz poem he moves along my body with hands, with lips, with tongue creating patterns and rhythm free verse or rhyme and I respond Oh how the flower petals open to his cries metaphor for my own arched back I ride the stallion bareback ,a short haired Godiva it doesn't matter for my breasts still move with the wind and he clasps them seeking with his felt tipped tongue to bend me to him to write love notes across smooth nipples There is no hyperbole in this universe or beyond to express what I feel being loved by a poet the best I can do if write this poem RJW -- 4.9.2000 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ last image "Fire and Ice ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by Sky © 4.9.2000 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The juxtaposition of these images, is, by the way, no accident. Here is loved expressed boldly... and with reverence. Our love is mutual, freely given to one another... and freely shared. This is not some fierce conceit. It is, rather, a humble acknowledgement of the blessing we find in love-making. It is acknowledgement of the reality of magic in love-making. The Celts understood, didn't they, mon chere? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~