A Venus Temple
along the Via Domitia
gives my soul hope
cries, laughs,
loves, dies.
Sole heritage
of a woman's body,
embraced by the Eve's Star,
fertilizes, grinds,
harvests and digests.
Man as stout Wotan
with dire views of Gaia
cannot conquer her
without abolishing
his warrior self.
A yin and a yang
should produce a young
orb of equality
in the absolute sense
by embracing the femina.
No comments:
Post a Comment