Immaculate Conception

Sacred Pleasure

In trance, I chance upon The Golden Goddess, Of the Dawn, Ethereal force Who never knew The wondrous rub Of any Earthly brawn.

Her silken feet, Enveloping my neck In angry love, While angels play A rhapsody, Will pull me to her pleasure now, To drink of deep divinity.

Inhaling all the goodness Of a thousand million hearts, Forgiving us the taking Of Her local name in vain, Accepting balm To heal the bane, She banishes The banshee in her soul.

She ruffles up my hair With playful toes so fair.

She smiles the stars To light the void.

She calls the whales To sing their joys.

And then…

She Gasps the Waves Of Every Ocean Thus to Crash On Every Rocky Shore.

She joins my sacred trance In spiritual dance, Ensuring Spring fertility In every field, And every beast, And every maiden wearing lace On every farm That falls within The sweetness of Her grace.