Thursday, May 25, 2006

Shakti



I am a lion
and a lioness under Your paws.
You roar through blood and prayers
an astral firmament of all desire.

I want to take You
but You leap first
and devour last.
You are the bloom
that no one picks
the lover that never leaves
Her consort for another
for You are that "other."

The sound of Your wild songs
shatters flesh
then moulds it into a basket
to carry Your voice
through the world.