the goddes speaks of time

nay nay
yes yes
and tell all the rest
the goddess
speaks of time

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

the shaman is grey

The shaman 
is grey 
in the steam

the energy of his skin 
rushes off his flesh
the smell of his hair
like leaves