She
is a pyre burning humanity
Frequently i stare into her flames
they spit human ashes that burn my feet
like hot coals of her indifference
She
intrigues me
I dig into her soiled thoughts
hoping to excavate relics of her person
perhaps once frozen in time
She
appears as a banshee
howling mist amidst seas
tossing wayward ships for sport
She
weaves tangled webs
of manipulation from graceful hands
spinning the finest threads on looms of fate
and lost cause
She
blinks chaos
and yawns catastrophe
her sleep is the eternal rest of all
She
withers days
into black obscurity
her dark hands cup the seeds of sin
the moon sows through fields of her lust
She
beckons from within your dreams
rest your head on her bosom
and soak in the warm lullabies of iniquity
She
tattoes her hands with
the fates of all man
heaven and hell rest in her fingerprints
She
leaps on clouds
mocking the angels and
wades in the river Styx to torment
the wretched
She
is the mother of twins
War and Poetry
they dance hand in hand
in her womb
She
smiles the stars in the sky
her frown is an eclipse
the sun, her vanity
She
bats her eyes at Time
and Time is snared in her gaze
when she releases him
he must make haste to catch up
She
could topple nations with her kiss
once made love to death
and gave birth to life
revolving in her ancient breath
She
is midnight's wolf hunting prey
she has been called joy
she dances with her sisters
their feet make the ground fertile and holy
She
has no face
she is shackled to beauty and wisdom
she weeps oceans
the planets float orbiting their stream
She
visits me at times
arousing me from sleep
to hold her in my arms
once i kissed the lips of infinity
but i didn't know
she was stealing my soul
