Goddess in outlet Repose 3

I stumble away from sex
imbued as it outlet is with spirit
stumble into spirit
imbued as it is with sex
and the consorts surround me
they who I always wanted to fuck
not out of lust
but out of a passion to love
and round and round and round
they circle their child
and I offer them my passion to love
and am no more
the circle of consorts
the life that was
the blessed carnality of being
the rings that joined us
the joining
the words that mumbled
made no sense
the fleeting glances
the chance touch
that ignited a world
however else it might have been
that is not the way it was
the unutterable was never uttered
there you are blazing in your
glorious folly
star of god
go out now
your joyous job is done