The goddess dances

Her hips take up the rhythm:
Slow, sweet, powerfully compelling.
She cares not if there is an audience.
Dance is its own worship.

From the hips down to the legs,
And up to the fingertips raised
To the universe, igniting stars,
Her feet raise mountains
And create rivers, valleys,
Furrows and niches where life blooms
Awaiting the wonder of discovery.
She calls life to follow the path
She treads and stomps and gently sweeps
With her toes and soles.

She turns and swirls and the winds
Come to cool her glistening skin
To raise her hair up and fan her neck
With the sweetest, most fleeting kisses.
The sun limns her in shadow and light.
The moon plates her body in silver and gold.

The goddess dances with her eyes open
Her lips parted and gleaming
And her palms cupped overhead:
She receives need with gladness,
It is a fitting sacrifice and pleases her.

She answers with her hands and body:
Open and willing, the tempo rising
As she gives her very life to the dance,
To the need, to become one with you.

The goddess dances life
Into the sere planet,
Her undulations bring rain
And turn bitter tears into sublime joy,
Her hands clap to bring
Cleansing thunder and lighting.
Her feet tap out heartbeats.
Her breasts swing unbound, heavy
With nourishment, beckon the hungry:
Feast, be filled, be fulfilled.

Dance with the goddess.
She is within reach, rising from earth,
Holding out her hands and calling you.
She does not dance alone.

Dance with the goddess
And be free. Dance
And be filled. Dance,
For the goddess dances with you.