Dark Mother of mine
You crush me
With naked, fibrous vines
In the depth of your teeming womb
The darkness floods
I let it drown me
Nurtured by dreams of Nature’s vast bosom
I rest in the bathtub,
There’s no light
Just a tender belly
And you, Dark Mother
Suffocating me with life
Dark Mother, what I see churns within
The frightening, thunderous force of yin
Turning the world like an elemental hologram
Feasting on light like my pale skin
Dark Mother moans, listens, heals herself
Nourishing the muscular primal fibers
Of my innocent, divine, masculine child
Frozen and malnourished
Over the ages, lost in the wild
Tremblingly clutching the steel cord of destruction
But brimming with Dark Mother’s
Angry, wild poetry.
