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.