In lieu of .........
Atonement for sexual solitude
arrives
deep-purple hued,
soon redeems
reveries of sensuous need,
including
illusions, vaporized now,
but reeling
before for release.
Purple precedes scarlet
heat,
dispells by improvise,
then allure
recedes voluptuously,
without regret.
The atonement of which you speak so gracefully is what monks and masters for thousands of years have sought in their solitude. The bliss of stillness may not display the easy allure of sexual gymnastics, but it can certainly lift the practitioner into the clouds. Without regret, indeed. I wonder if this is what you meant? Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥