Flow and wolf DNA
Look into this mirror of a poem….
I dedicate this piece to my sister Bianka and all women, who embody the wild power to bring life from within the cave of the womb. I bow to the sacred flow of blood, to the sacred life of Love.
Into the core of that which is,
a river flows.
Follow the arrow
where it has punched your heart.
Through the middle of Her land,
be led inside
and further down,
deeper.
Until desires melt,
find your hot self in steam.
While being satisfied,
turn into vapor.
And drip from the walls of Her cave
and flow.
Be drank again
and again….
And again….
Be drank again
And flow
and drip from the walls of Her cave.
Turn into vapor
while being satisfied.
Find your hot self in steam,
until desires melt.
Deeper
and further down,
be led inside,
through the middle of Her land.
Where it has punched your heart,
follow the arrow.
A river flows
into the core of that which is.
Is that the core into which
a river flows?
Arrow, the follower,
where has it punched your heart?
The middle of Her land, through.
Let it be inside.
And down her fur,
deeper,
melt desires, until
steam finds in yourself the heat.
Turnin’ to vapor,
satisfied being, while
wolf DNA
drips from cave of Her swallet, DNA
again, be drank
…. again, DNA
*dB
3/8/2020 – 30/5/2022
