The Seed of the Gods is Within as Many

There has become none better before you -

Your

Womb of fibre and fire hath become

Her

Non-compare, perfection of the best.

Why do I define

The goddess of the Primal-Feminine

as different

From

you?

Why do I define

That warm slumbering heat

vital held

Between

your thighs

as different

From

you?

Why do I define

The lips and throat

behind your labia

fragrant and moist

As separate, Her's and,

as different

From

you?

You are the keeper.

You are the handmaiden.

You are the vestal mother

whom I walk

in worship

with.

You are she who

has carried

Her

Ancient, primordial

and

beautiful

from

Time-Immemorial.

It is She who

As the primal

taker of seed

has stood

on the terraces

of Babylon, Nineveh and, Tyre

trod the veldts of Africa

the marbled plazas of Greece

and graced in heat

the bivouacs of the legions

of both Carthage and Rome.

As woman

you too

are become She;

Ancient, elemental and eternal.

You carry her well,

scented, pheromonal and

seductive supreme.

You as She

are all women

I, as mankind

has ever in the

dissolving of mind

Known of Eros and loved.

Or, ever will.

Yes, handmaiden

You take me to worship

With She,

of primeval-genes

ancient-grace

Eternal-Fire

Seductive-Supreme!!