Transcendental

Transcendental

©2012, Olan L. Smith

She declared, "You have attained twenty minutes perceiving."  

Leisurely, she morphs from spirit to bold embodiment. 

I touch her, and our warmth mingles. We converse within 

An extraordinary realm of understanding Where corporal. 

And incorporeal coalesce completely ― my core tingles.

Twenty units of pure pleasure, hovering amid heavens—

It is creation's contribution, vigorously verve is extracted. 

Here, I am not an abomination of animated dirt writhing in weariness,

An alleged allegorical infinity — I come full circle to arrive where 

I embarked, Clutch me, Purity; caress me with kindheartedness.