and fan the flames and waves.
Let these forms pour over it.
See if it can survive, pertly.
How do these cells speak?
Does your God live
inside a vast Woman?
Let me find that milk
and drink it all, or just
what's meant for me.
Let me have that cosmic titty.
Use my veins as seeking fingers.
Figure me out. Tie my sex
to the stars. Give this prayer
to someone who can write it better.
Touch my trembling clay
take me home to your vast reminder.
I surrender my agenda: give me
only the spark that sings.
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