Dialogue Betwixt Lovers

Devi
Now with womblike receptivity
open fertile
ripened waiting to receive
recall the dream to conceive
neither foreign seed nor land
Now at home
not just a consort
but the other half
Shiva
Now rocks in pockets
strain at plasticine pants
Now the ground underneath dissolves
transformation occurs living
through the eyes
the water is cold
hand in hands
inside hand
speaking a language of love