Triad Poem, by Poetae Opus, at My poetic side

May the dance keep moving,

For endless pleasure flows,

In the gain of Wisdom!

On a smiling air's caress,

Sweaty bodies display their love,

And the song they perform is,

The hymn to a Goddess,

Giving birth,

On their skins;

May Selfishness not interfere,

In such process of being shaped;

May Laugh smooth,

Such a mystery of Intimacy,

For Human Spirit gets,

Its true appearance when,

It builds a Temple,

In a four-wall bedroom;

So may the Instinct awake,

In the ritual,

Of a red shade!

Triad