Friday, July 21, 2006


She is that dangerous part of vision.
A light only blindness
can look upon.
If I close my windows and doors
She becomes the pounding silence
of a caged passion.
If I open
just for a moment
She plucks my soul out
to be Her breath.

The Goddess is a She
for everyone knows
that only She can kill men
until they live only for love.
Her divinity is the rapid pulse
of immaculate lust.
Her body made to be crushed
until flame dances up
as Her desire.

We are a basic instinct
that She reveals as Her holiness
until everything
even our eyes
are consumed by Her love.