Poem "Muse of Creation"
I want to see your hips
Spiraling in the candle light
Free as the flames
Burning on loves
Immortal fuel
Soft supple skin
Like an unpicked fruit
In the garden of
Eternal pleasure
Fierce and wild freedom
Of the song that plays
Every time you enter the space
Un bound by the masks
That cast shadows upon your beauty
You are beautiful
The woman who has turned within
To look upon the mirror
Of the eternal well
That ripples through infinity
Filled and overflowing
Your chalice of alchemical nectars
Your nutrients from the central path
Of self-love and acceptance
Every line and soft fold
A gift from the goddess
Of fertility and health
A reflection of her grace
And in this embrace
You, woman
Are free to dance
Without the confinements of
Limited ideals
Sculpted by the sickness
Of those who have forgotten their divinity
In their nutrient deprived lens’s
They ask that onto you
To starve yourself
From the pleasures
Of the goddess’s garden
But we
The daughters
Will harvest our gardens
Of ripe fruits
And large vegetables
And bring jars of honey
To the table of man
And break the manna
To bring health
To the land once more