Mother of mothers
What are you, Life
the source of all
the fertile ground
the sweet venom I drink
deep from your cup
shedding away my skin
I lay in white flesh
naked before you
awestruck by your sight
the fulgor, the splendor
the glowing darkness
grips as snake’s spire
My muscles flexed
a tight grip on your skin
the foolish confidence
sweet desire to overpower
while you dance over me
am I conqueror or conquered
Wrestling and then yielding
find solace in your breast
rest in your womb
oh Mother of mothers
source and final destination
of every man’s journey
Water! I have a poem for ya
https://imarkanx.substack.com/p/water-logged
You're too talented. Something must be done. (ominous)