you cannot have her youth

Kali the Destoryer

kali, the goddess of life

is the goddess of death too,

counting eons
as skulls
as sand-grains

sword unsheathed
she takes bone and teeth
and
illusion:

grain-sands cannot dry up oceans,
or wet eons,
or nippled white stars

grain-sands
all
swept to seas
whose waters
silly life
once seeped
from star-milk
now echos into dry chaos
the perfect forms of aching bone

you cannot have her youth
now 
her milk
her flesh
nor she
nor she

time moves across  flesh,
as a scrapper scrapes
sweet moss from stone
fragments of trees,
now moss sap dried
feint seed smelling flecks
grains of green
sand

flowing


floating


falling

as euridice's head sang
as sexless sand
and fleshless song
to the styx

you cannot have her youth

now 

her milk

her flesh

nor she

as grain-sands 

everywhere

these belong to me

i am the great Goddess of the hard soul,
the destroyer of flesh and time

the soul has a tough heart

Carrie Leigh, photographer

the soul has a tough heart

lyrical, loving, yes

but more

the soul is unknowing in its hunger

some secret song without an agnus

with a list of  hungers beyond mercy

that heart is known and unknown

to the mind, the soul-mirror

the words, the songs

or the soul's singer

the tough soul, the survivor

beyond flesh

and sex

and time

i, yes, i

release myself

from feckless words

that veil flesh and pure nakedness

i now i

lift my veil

revealing,

singing

credo 

flesh beyond time

i

release shed the veil

releasing

my breasts, 

my nipples and loins,

my quiver of legs and hair,

released !

from white cloth draping

and classical aping,

i, yes, i

will scrape the shaman's skin

of his mythic filigree

i know

my tough soul

is what he

desires from me

i release myself then

to the hot heaven

of my own desire