I will dance on his body
until he ignites in me
the strength to leave him
until his onyx snake
rises in my womb,
blossoming like lotus petals;
filling and emptying
my lights all at once
I will lend him my opal serpent
to coil at his broad base
steadying him as he
shares his sheltered fire,
cobalt flames surrounding us,
Kundalini nestled motionless
in the dark, rooted depths of
his iron-red Muladhara
Oooo Hinduism. It's funny, I am actually stufying that now in my spare time, and reading the BhaghavadGita, which is very interesting. I love how you have love making as something that should be reciprocated, and it should be, otherwise, it isn't love making, it's baby making. Hehehe. This was a really descriptive one, and I love the use of the word Kundalini, to describe the serpent-like energy that coils when she dances on top of him. For a second I saw someone playing the flute to a cobra while it danced, and I guess that could be the same thing. I like this poem, it's very sexual, and raw, which is exactly how it should be. The picture, I love how they are colorless, until Kundalini rises, giving them color as he coils and slithers through each chakra point. Bliss. Amazing job.
Shine brightly,
~Azura*
And this is a very different write for you. Short, sweet, and full of concrete imagery. I get the feeling that its about some myth i'm not familiar with. It also gets me thinking that its sexual....and destructive.
Sexual destruction?
Every time someone talks about their womb it just makes me want to crawl inside it. Maybe have a nice warm nap.
Submission Name: Reciprocity
