Motes in an Eye?

Sometimes....the Minds eye
is filled with pictures of past lives...
eons past and the Earth trembled as they walked
...Smote the clouds they did...
Those warbling trills...
reverberating slowly and filling the night skies
...Millions and multitudinous speckles
grazing the jowls as He lifted her above
...Straddling the masses as the rumbles passed...
quakes alighting and stilling
and then coruscating again in ever flown
shards of slivered glass....
specks dancing as they do in god's eye
....motes are we all...
swimming like krill in the warm blanket of Our lives....
scuddles and ensconced in the warmth...
she took Me back to that time
...whence I knew not My self and
whence all that filled My mind was eye so amber
and glazed fervour
...Burned again and again as He writhed in her embrace....
her flesh coiling unto His and then separating
....She looked down and saw....and then could not see anymore...
who began and beget and who pealed and then who Smote
....her lips in a rictus of unblinded lust....
as He wanted her to be..