Rumi Dawn at Midnight

Woman hips flow like water

are meant to flow, undulate

back and forth

meant to move sensually,

sexily, streams of light

connect birth

and death,

the stream of life,

the journey

of this body

in this flesh

moving toward

him, opening

to receive his treasure.


Sky and earth embracing.


Their hearts racing

as light columns up

and down

as light flows


 Being here and beyond

and moving.


The golden bridge is complete

and ready for my hips

to sway across,

ready for my feet

to prance over,

ready for my heart

to decorate with jewels

like glitter on my eyelids;

blue silk fluttering,

my wings

spread wide,

catching the breeze

at dawn

has something to tell me


don’t go back to sleep.