She Sells...(Her Son to Sunset)
woman is water—drown we s(m)othering neckline waves and rocks she throws up like jewels across her skin; to catch weary sailors by a siren’s call tailored for the occasion…only then does she harden.
She hatches among shells goddesses whose skin glows across time, a time she knows not uninpart for her part plays across all time—endlessly capable to suit all tastes she says to me like, you know I cannot stay here forever (I hear you my dear) I want something from you too; she says she can please…
Tell me what it is you want?—one siren is not enough but a symphony of subliminal shakti like maenads in a martini glass—
Only a child breaks the stone and returns her love to the waves, but even the hardness she grows to please, to pander, to nurture is only a softness that knows no beginning nor end and in pain time stretched and fit more time in itself again
Beautiful, MZ, thank you & 88!
Reminds me of this song: She Sells Sanctuary
The Cult
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cts0VN1-wgk
I like what you are doing here, but it would be more potent to write your, own stuff.
Maybe you will be more censored, but at the same time the reward will be bigger, and the right set of words strikes with fierce precision, where truly hurts them.
A creative state is not the same as a reactionary state. One rules over the other.
Rarely i will read something more than once, but this one got my attention.
Well done, keep writing my Aryan Lady, it is, really important that we see and hear the voice of real feminine input that makes sense and it is not a cheap, made obligatory verse with no purpose or bigger destiny.