My hips sway side to side

back and forth

in a dance

it is

erotic transmutation

It is heavenly liberation

It is the spirit made dominant

over the body

you might think,

how?

how could an act innately carnal

be at all holy?

look at me —

what do you see?

do you not see what I do?

my chromosomes

are spiritually homogenous

Morningstar and Eveningstar alike

shine

they shine

I am a priestess

Occupying my bodily temple

The Tantric high priestess

I care not what you see

This act is innately immaterial

I transcend the corporeal

and —

he —

dances —

like she —

occupied by a grace far greater

than any men ever get to know —

but come —

have a taste —

my temple’s got room enough

for another ~

but boy,

be prepared to worship