beauty, lust, poetry, women

animal and goddess

Amidst the soft lulls in activity.

It still shudder with hunger,

Playful denials and something

Remains which is always light

Aware of how things shift

The well runs dry

No matter how compelling

The animal’s thirst

But it knows the cycles of the earth

Shifting within the faces of woman

Soon, the one which will draw forth

Moisture, supple and languid

Fevered Kali,

And the animal, supine with bliss

Stands upright,

Ready to lap her altar

With kisses.

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