since we all admit

through experience

that love is not

seasonal

regional

ideal

conventional

purely sensorial

one dimensional

we agreed.

like weavers

women of the rug

persian

berber

nomadic

aboriginal

oriental

we stream

our soul

through loops

and worm holes

from solids

like liquids

In fractal patterns

lights and lanterns

portals and parallel realms

a multi dimensional labyrinth

carrying the moon and the sun

in our being

all is found

earth and water

air to ether

our breath fire

we weave desire

into matter

rooted in

our consciousness

our Edenic home

absent of Adam

not even his clone

permitted near this throne

do we agree.