Ishtar Morning

I felt the Goddess in your lips

I felt the Goddess in the echos of your hips

on the Ishtar Sunday Morning

when You and I first kissed

Love comes easily to my bloody, broken heart

but its strange and rare, for my other body parts

So when your lips and breasts came close,

to my Spirit’s corporal host,

It was like a virgin, magik, vision

come to true Divine Fruition.

And when you spoke into the bed,

turning words into obscure vibrations,

It struck me, lightning, crystal, proof,

of the Magik neath that sacred roof.

Three days before I’d done the same,

done some magik with your name.

I called, I called, I called your name,

I called, I called, and then you came.

I sent vibrations through my bed

through that sacred River,

and your Heart heard what I said.

You came to me, though with some doubt,

you still don’t know what I’m about.

But thanks my Love for coming,

and to my needy giving,

Knowing me a second longer

and leaving me a little stronger.