Birth is the Beacon of Feminism

If the personal is political then birth is the most radical act a woman can ascertain. Grunt, moan, pant, sing to the world “Here is my body in strength and vulnerability, my breath alone fuels the lungs of the child inside me.” Sounds heard only in the ecstasy of sex and the epiphany of birth, raise them on the wind.  Possess your body in all its glory, own it from top to bottom front to back, claim with pride every stretch mark, brown spot and juice that flows from nipples, sex, mouth, eyes. Woman is creation, delivering new pure humans on the doorstep of earth, through the very vessel the patriarchy commands we hide with guilt and shame, never to be spoken of. The vagina is the doorway to the world, to life itself.  Radiate with strength and vitality, ripen and stretch taut without disintegrating, birth is the beacon of feminism.

Peitho, Pandora, Persephone, Pandia, Phoebe

Peitho
desire pulses through me, like sap to tree,
passion, energy stirred into frenzy,
I want more, never quite enough.
I scream, from mountain tops to couches,
satisfaction is not found upon this crust
with men laying all around, not one to touch.
I agreed to this arrangement
not knowing the breath or breed
of a man who is all but barren
of life but not of seed.

Pandora
I pray to thee, give me the answer.
Why create this mystery?
I’m way outside my boundaries.
I’ve wandered into the valley
of freedom and confusion.
Can this lead to anything
noble, depraved or indifferent.
No longer am I a satisfied spirit.
The door will not shut
no matter how hard I try.

Persephone
raise me up from this pit I have dug,
release the curse that binds me.
The fire burns within me
but I know not what shines above.
Hollowed soul if there ever was one
lost in the darkness of my night.
This winter cannot end yet,
for my soul bares no seed for fruit.
I make my offering to you
upon this carcass I do root.

Pandia
we are one, your light is my way
Silver shone in night time
I trust you all the same.
Walk beside me in the dark;
cast your light upon my shadows.
I’ve lost my way so many times,
It’s you who leads me home.
Lead me to a resting place
and let my spirit propagate
upon this earth I’ve grown.

Phoebe
Lady of wild things,
hold my hand and walk with me.
In moonlight and darkness be my guide.
I am as wild as the beasts in shadow;
I am as strong as the wolf inside.
I am as meek as the things that crawl.
Let us join Pandia on the moonlight ride.
Evolve with me from this maddening drawl.
Stoke the fires and cast the embers
keep my soul burning bright.

Electric Cage

I played with fire,
dipped my toes into a lava bed of licentious thought
hair fell over my shoulders to hide the blush of want,
the crowned glory - desire took hold
I sang into the night, skin aflame with fervent dew.

If the night brought but one dream
I willed it to be your velvet touch across my skin
from nape to thighs, I unfolded for you in layers
hard and soft, hard and soft
my blouse fell from shoulders in anticipation
mouth on skin, lips smoothed by use.

My pulse rose in my ears
consumed by the hum of breath, quickened,
paced rhythm matched with yours,
tidal wave of heat rushed and dug-in
under the surface
hands formed the currents
it passed through me into the hurried molten moment.

Desire needed no relief in rushed torment,
for it grew into the night, awakened me
each dawn I fell back into darkness,
if I should ever gain relief,
respite from the electric cage,
I may shatter before ever being touched.

In the Cavern of My Heart, I Find You

I yell to you of broken spirit,
secret seeker of the divinity of sadness,
enquirer of the edge,
peaked in attention to sensuality,
experienced.

Ye of little and all faith,
your sun dances around with orbiting planets once more in hope of clarity,
a sense of justice,
falsely sought in tangles of webs
upon tendrils of weeds from your garden beds
spilling onto mine and intertwined with vine
and lie to speak in shadows.

Fear in the heart of men,
frozen to the choices that keep one from traversing
the mystery of the unknown. 

Dive,
dive into the abyss with me or with the love of your dreams,
in time,
just to see a face looking back at you with eyes in love see,
your face is the one reflecting back at you
the beauty, the grace which has always been,
beautiful reflection of masculinity,
do not fear your gentle spirit,
your grace,
of all the hearts I love yours the most,
if this line reaches you.

Adult I

The mask is complete, firmly sealed at all the edges,
never did I learn the timing of life.
I will die and not be known, by you or any other.
I shouted from the roof tops for my spirit to be free,
to mingle through my body with yours
anyone pouring through me, and I a sieve, a filter
of the good stuff, the juice, the marrow
the dark of life birthing from within my heart to yours
sparks ignite the flame fierce and glowing embers
melt and blur the edges of my heart, my story my life.

Drowning now and no one sees
anything but the mask, honesty in vein if all truth is
kept inside against the pain of rejection
fear the bindings that tighten, blood creases blend
ropes tighten, mask complete, now rocks
to sink to the bottom, silent and serene.