Tuesday, October 28, 2008


The weight of the Goddess is in me
Her warmth is inside the inside
Where there is no “inside.”

What is She?
She is a thought of form,
An urge to go inside
Where my eyes
Go blind in Hers.

Where is She?
I hold Her at night
I carry Her
Like a hungry child
In my belly.

Joy and light
Joy and light
Joy and light

But also a dark radiance
A breath shining in my breath darkly.

This wanting
This urge to sink
My teeth into Her blood
And taste
Her eternal need
For me, myself.