To be back here again. In this heat. Primal and defenseless with defeat.
I lay down my arms to rest here, outside the Womb of the Mother's embrace.
She cradles me with the vastness of her being. Her body, ever supple and moving. Moves me to the ruins of my ending. What is beginning is as timeless and woven into the fabric of my seeing.
Here, I will know love in the Way. It will shudder each cell that is sleeping into wake.
And the beating of the skinned drum is my heart for you to take.
I have dreamt of these caves for too long. A child of 8, marked by infinity, I knew I would return here someday. In the lush tropics, I found my passion and passion's cure. The resonant voice of exposure, you summon me.
Before you, bearing breasts heavy with milk, and honey dripping from the blooming lotus. All that was shunned is turned holy here in this cave.
The holy sex, the portal in which celestial realms reside
I offer it like the Whore of Babylon, riding inside
the Beast of Instinct drowned in this embrace.