WILD HER NESS
Wild her ness
Her skin rolls out a flavedo of a ripe summer tangerine,
Her bones they arch like a bow,
Ready to shoot anything and anyone.
Her hair wavy and golden like Venus,
Her eyes a gate away to the constellations
Look closely and you’ll find that we are all made of stars.
Her hips they shake to the beating of the drum like marching shoulders.
Standing firmly on her only carriage,
Because she is a tree.
Her feet stern and rooted to the depth of the burning lava
That slithers up her mind like the kundalini.
Red as the burning love in her heart that emits out into the sky as the sun.
Red as lava when she decides to set the man’s world on fire.
She is both the art and the artists,
Mona Lisa and da Vinci.
Until her mind decided to become her enemy,
No longer being able to wail out a ballad of grief in the dark of the night,
She became the waves that keeps on crashing into the land.
The land that loves her infinitely, embraces her with sand that absorbs all that she is.
Because he knows if the beach was made out of mud there would be no land.
Her grief is the largest, for her lover is the furthest from her; the moon
So far away,still he brushes her soft skin ,her fluid emotions cried out by outraging the land and eveything in it.
What do you think happens when a women is made of fire like super nova?
When all that is suppressed,
Will it one ooze out destruction into the world?
Or destruction of the self ?
Or will the waves comes crashing into her to put out the fire?
Will she find where peace resides ? With in ?
Or drown in her own vastness and the liberty of her mind.
she is the air gushing over her shoulder
The left shoulder where death stands
Letting grace fall into her laps
Lighting her way
She is the life ,she is the force
God has one child and The woman.