holy light

lying in bed
at the first flaring
of the sun
my addled mind marveled
at the graceful arch
of her hip
gently sloped
as though it were
the geography of tiny explorers
hoping to make a colony
of lovers of her terrain.

the first rays
set afire her rising hip
and dazzled
the miniature vagabonds
making them think surely
gods dwelt here.

i touched her softly
and she awoke.

but how do you tell a goddess
her terrain
has been usurped
by those of lesser caste
content to dwell upon
the sensuality of slope
bathed in holy light?