Chasing everyday to find a higher purpose
Looking in cracks and crevices,
happily distracted by the latter recourse
and if she is the source, then oh what a source.
I once tasted her inner turmoil like a bad apple,
ridden with scars and bruised by times’ inequities,
did I gasp and choke and spit up, but take a second bite?
I’m glad, she offered the apple that night.
Chasing everyday to find a higher purpose
Looking at cracks and crevices
to find some discourse
on things I find beautiful and shameful
but you claim are not so self-inflicted.
Will she bite, when the flesh rips and conquer this ghastly pit,
and when she does will I like that kinky shit and can I bare it?
I feel blessed with the offer, and thankful to share it.
Chasing everyday to find a higher purpose
Looking on as cracks and crevices
change course splitting old wounds,
deepening with force, the wounds to make them worse.
Teeth of sacred indemnity,
but each bite brings forth our identity
so we hide behind the bushes cuz she asks me to
I’m glad cuz there’s nothing I’d rather do.
Chasing everyday I’ve found a higher purpose
Looking at her cracks and crevices
Captured rather happily by that blossoming source
That without force
Brought sacred flowers a teeming
And fruit bearing women new meaning
And will I accept when she offers her partnership again?
Where she leads I follow, just as its always been.
((((this was/is supposed to be the first in a series, on the adam and eve thing. I was trying to think about all the good leaving the garden did... how much more we are able to appreciate, and thus thank eve for the invite... but one of the positive/negative bi products of the apple saga is sex. good sex, painful sex, loving sex, and unloving sex... and of course it is antifeminist to call woman sex, but in thanking her we must also thank her for this gift. so a sort of pro/anti feminist stance on this one... in a way.)
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