Rootsie

Jahweh says to Mahweh
'I want to touch you.'
Mahweh reply
'I never will say no'
and so they go
never-ending engendering
rending and remembering.
She spreads herself before him
for she is ocean.
He sets her shimmering
for he is sun.
Together they are cloud, rain, thunder,
they rip the sky asunder -
She trembles,
mountains rise.
He growls,
fire crackles the air.
He plows her darkness
turns her over and over she cries
'You are my only lover!'
She bursts into fruit
his seed took root,
their sighs in synchrony
vibrate a higher frequency,
they rise entwined infinity sign
the fruitful vine,
ears prick up everywhere.
Jahweh laugh-there is song.
Mahweh kiss-there is bread.
Touch and taste all is fed
and begin again love without end

II
Jahweh speaks to Mahweh:
'It is good,'
and she reply, with lowered eye
'It is my love for you.'
Jahweh laugh, 'My bashful one
so brazen when I bed you!
I come to you again, again,
as on the night I wed you.
So it shall be for our children,
I consecrate them to you:
you shall be their Wisdom,
all of me that is knowable,
but they will pay your bride price too
lost tossing in your tangles
to pin you, to win you...'
Mahweh purr  'My darkness is
for you to prick,
my desire for you
knows no end. Husband,
make it so for them.
Let me stand at their gates
and call out the way.'
Jahweh, stern, 'Those will remember us who will.
Those who do not
will learn.'
'Ah a true Papa!' Mahweh tease.
I'll see to them meantime.
Now... touch me please.'
Jahweh plow Mahweh moist.
Buds pop on the vines.
Mahweh sprawl
receiving all
and the barrels burst
with wine.