Some praise to God Herself

[invicti_solis]

Primal arc of sky,
all things of flesh and air are your idols,
the fire sizzles with your Name in wordless tongue,
the waters ripple with your touch;
Worlds kissed by starshine and impenetrable shadow,
wombs and tombs both kissed by love
in your tasted rapture, infinity born from hands
and lips and loins that have no form, but formless-folds
my self into yours.
Earth quakes with your essence,
my skin burns in your presence:
Unfold me like the silken petals of the budding rose.