the goddes speaks of time

nay nay

yes yes

and tell all the rest

the goddess

speaks of time

planned
in my credo
of the womb

breasts lose hunger

legs lose quiver

milk becomes memory
so have i planned the counting
so have i planned the mounting

I, the dark one,

the great he-she

the phallus-queen

the breasted king
hold his head
between my legs
flowered flutter
with the rhythm
of the sapped sucking mouth

destroyer of time

i ride the rippled light,

my nippled breasts 

grow heavy with savage truth