The Soft Walls of Her Form

Time Sculpts Space
Into Tender soft Penis
Warm Tired Worm
Tenderized
 As a an Old Self 
Returns to innocence

prepares to receive new blood 
in new wombs 
as newborn babes 
with new soft worm, 
Warm
germ in all beings

Til Shakti dances circles
‘Round Shivas slumber
Forcing Him to reMember
And
the rising fu(h)ror 
Of Hard stone phallic pillar 
of eager thrust 
into a new dawn of being

Awakens

Full of Rapture 
And forces into full
Stature

a Seeding Self

Aching  to Penetrate
The Mysteries
Of 
The  Primal Dark 
Her Who Holds the Stark Contrast
Of His Force

In the soft walls

Of Her Form


CLJ 3-10-25