the power of she

 
my flesh spoke skeletons
and the ruins revealed themselves
I understood of blood and bone
sinew and muscle

the language of the cunted womb
could not be forsaken
a woman's power is beheld--
in a menstrual moon

no one can befuddle her
the rite is hers
bearer of fruit
suckles midnights
giving birth to celestial wisdom

the power is in her eyes
beware don't gaze too long
you might lose yourself there

in between worlds
the sands shift and dimensions open
it's the awakening of Her
a portal to all that is sacred
in her innocent blush you learn to live again

first a maiden
then a woman
lastly a crone seer of all things

worship the dawn who brought her to you
as indigo night terrors deliver you over the river Styxx
birthed into sanity by her love of you

tread carefully within the rifts between the mad
and her genius
only time will tell if she's yours

her hourglass figure...
a metaphor for deadly
don't cross her

the power of a woman is in her truth
guard it inside you