there's a song here, soft and sweet. a tender
heart outside and on display, still full. even
a dance of serpents, locked in an
eternity of sacred bliss. but, more so,
there is darkness - a feminine magnetism
so deep it will not be tainted. blood runs with
silver and gold to transmute alchemy of the stars.
she waits to return to the matter between
and the light within. the immortality of truth,
no longer a weapon, but a bowl of source in
which to bathe, scrape the mud of flesh off
her wings and call to the power of all.
her transparency, her darkness...her song.
(poetry by myself, Jennifer)