WILD WOMAN

Open a psychic doorway,
Into her spiritual land,
She lives under the desert,
In dreams covered with sand.

Sleeps the mother and slayer,
Softness mixed with might,
In love or in battle,
In fecundity or in fight.

Sniff the smell of new birth,
Ancient wisdom deify,
She knows when what has to live,
She knows when what is to die.

Sweet lips of a maiden,
Black eyes of a witch,
Slender arms to hold you,
Guttural howl of a bitch.

Half wolf half woman,
On the scent of a trail,
Blood on the moon rocks,
You search for the Holy Grail.

Full redness of passion,
Or colour of a kill,
Predator or victim,
It's a matter of will.

You lust for her darkness,
Send prayers in daylight,
To the saints in the morning,
For the whore in the night.

She hides her luminosity,
When you force to make her mild,
But burning in her center,
Roar the fires of wild.

~Sujata~

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