The Goddess in Me
Its not the curse, or the anger
Or the days when you pull off your hair
And scream, that invites his bad omen.
But the lone hours you spent
near the river with a sea inside.
The silence you fall into,
like the disheveled stare of insanity
and the many moons you lose to other worlds
that mark his roads to Byzantium.
I feel the goddess in red, on my nerves
On those days of calm after a storm
When I sit down and count his sins
like an eagle with its eye on the chicks below.
The seeds of sorrow sprout a poison tree
Spreading shades of blue, on his body
Like the nerves of a city at night.
The male god no more holds the blue,
Nor does he survive the storm before the first rain.
She, my goddess of strangled desire,
awaits his part in the cosmic drama.
As the story of the betrayed king
falls out of the printed page
as letters without a language,
the knots of the curtain unfold.
The red, over the gold of her idol
In her twilight incarnation
Spreads across the sea and the sky.
Bringing the glory of the setting.
The goddess She,
the fire among the lamps.
The embers in his heart.