She tilted her head
like an inquisitive dog
innocent-like.
Innocent she was not.
Her eyes told me that.
She had lived every life
been whore, lover, wife
seductress
murderess
and more
and yet
still her love pervaded (invaded?)
my every cell
clung to me like tobacco smell.
The more I stared
the more I knew
I was looking at my Self
in all its glory and gore
my mouth dropped in awe.
here was the beautifulest ugly
I ever saw.
Non threatening and yet raw.
And roar she did.
her ancient song of aum,
sang me back into my breath,
into the moment.
I curled into the in and out of it
and rested in my heart (her heart?)
an embryo with new eyes forming.
I swam in her dark watery womb
of creativity and omagination
awaiting rebirth again.
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