No longer invisible

If everything else we see isn’t God, but the Perfect Man

Where are us two lezzos in love, High Queen of the gods

An Morrigan, sent her isthmus, domme morrigan,

At the touch of her phantasy, I saw the invisible

“To Be” generating each other, You and I in Being,

Not The Perfect Man alone, in Love with He, in Love

With The Perfect Woman in Thee, and thee in me, in all I See