Ode to Womanhood
Oh! beautiful abundant overflowing women
Fount of all mercies showering grace unending!
You are as much the me that survived
as I
who has always loved you, the tender splendor of motherhood
the fierce refusal of soul-death
the smiles of light pouring forth from teeth and lips and dimples
gentle caresses
smell of lavender
I did not sing your praises enough when we were together
and in this moment of cold hard cage I know there is nothing better
than the strength of womanhood encircling a man who is
comfortable in his manhood, and not desirous of sex
with you — beautiful though you be! — but making love
nonetheless
as the flower
couples the bee
Humble me! Anoint me in the pungent oil of your glory!
the goddess in me yearns to be in the arms of
the god in you — and together,
this world, even in it’s ending,
knows no end.
Man Time
To wreck my manhood
against the hardness of your being
To willingly dash my self against
the rocks of you
Fire and wet intermingling
and all becoming
Salt
liquid, tangy
and without end or beginning.