Il Divino

Last night I watched his naked body

As it twitched restlessly in bed beside me
A silhouette directed by its phantom captain,

Stretched like canvas across the sheets
Painted in the static blue 
Light of a false moon;

I whispered aloud soothe him:

        When winter comes

                 The sky plays rhythm 

        The days are gray and

                 Night seems unending.

        Dream of the Sun instead

                 Returning on his chariot 

        Then remember to forget.

In his artificial peace,

From the endless toiling 

A well-earned reprieve

For a man who never stops to see 

He already has all he hoped to achieve; 

Stroking the cool, pale skin
Of my Michaelangelo's bare bicep

I let him sleep.

Though I know what he labors for

Is hard to get

        Love like this

                 Is harder yet.

Conquerers

What is a man's seed
But the substantive result of a need
To see himself individually

Reflected in the flesh,
Separately.
Believing only in what we see
We worship him for his virility

And this supposed act of sovereignty.

Although we may think she can only receive
The power of Earth's viridity

Lies in her ability 

To summon all seeds, 

Invisibly.

It is out of disbelief we call it an act of cruelty

When she then rejects as easily
What she does not need

Leaving to bleed 

That which was planted carelessly

Without her blessings.

Severance

By decree
With this sacred steel
I sever all threads
And release us immediately
From the burden we share;
Your load no longer mine to hold
Mine no longer yours to bear;
Once more we carry our own.

May your body 
Rest in peace
Now it is completely free.

Trust I've borne the weight faithfully
Cared for, polished, and coated with gold leaf
The bronze bones of your Abarkuh tree
Pruned its limbs to forever
Reach upwardly.

May our bodies
Rest in peace
Now they are completely free.

Sycorax Speaks

Come, Ariel
While Prospero sleeps

From the sea, I summon thee.

Are you ready?

Calling all turnkey men.

Are you ready?

I’m not furniture, don’t take a seat.

Are you ready?

I’m no doctor, bring your own medicine. 

Are you ready?

I’m no mother, this bounty belongs to me, only.

Are you ready?

Come, Ariel
While Prospero sleeps

From the sea, I summon thee.

Farmer

I confess an obsession:

Men with a penchant

For working the earth

Heavy hands

Whiskey lips

And eyes 

Wide with dollar signs

Their cum tastes like
Tobacco and honey
To them, I taste like

Divinity

How do they always find me?

No compass

No heartbeat

Still a moth will fly

Toward the blinking green light.

Little King

In my arms
I hold a little king

called Roshi.
Let him know the law of three. 
In his arms

A king holds me.
Let him know the law of three.
In those arms
He holds everything.

Gravida and Parity

Once I learned to calculate 
What is contained in a single soul
I tied a red thread around my wrist

To serve as reminder
Not to make a wish.

Surely it is natural that rage is my center
When under duress;

Souls move through fire, eating up the air
Pregnant with an emptiness
Unknowable without first
Having felt its fullness.

Instincts are earned

Through foolish mistakes;

It is the duty of the Priestess

To teach us

The alchemy of transmuting 

Knowledge from regrets.

The Lion I beckon

A golden feline full of pride

Will come in his own time

If I look away 

And patiently wait.

From the bottom of the ocean

I look up to see the Sun 

A vision of dancing rays 

Across turbulent surface waves

Filtered through the muddled deep

Like a message, 

Delayed.

Prayer for Fire Gods

My Djinn
My lover
My brother
My blood
In exile
We burn
Who could tell me different?
Only a liar. 
We speak only truth here
For we know beauty and pleasure
Comes from the nakedness of birth.
Chosen forms built from Earth 

Fraught with doubt,
Untrustworthy.
Our kind listen 

Not to those frantic human thoughts
For we know it is the flow of our electricity
What animates these limbs of meat.