Sir Orfeo and the Goddess

No longer need.
Nor even desire.
Only utter bliss.
Ecstasy in oneness.
 
So we dance  
as if the floor existed.
 
We fuse
as if it were optional.  
 
We love  
under the spell  
of the same paradigm.
 
At once sought
and found.
 
Teeming.

Replete.

Complete.

 
R.