Pulled

a poem of blackness in ode to the Divine Feminine

Odes to the Divine Feminine

The signal comes, it floods me,
flushes through like rapids,
in the morning of a young spring.

I tumble under the might. Helpless.
I sink in the whirlwind. Pulled.
To the bottom of the vale,

where I know She is waiting for me.

The sky above is scratched,
the stars violently revolving,
spirals shrinking over me,

until they collapse into my eyes.

I drown in meaning, gasping.
Breath after breath, swallowing.
A thick fluid paralyzing my lungs.

I beg for help, there is none,
until it fills me open,
and I can't hold it anymore.

She is full of terrible delights.

And when I finally let go.
Unable to resist,
to say the name.

There I find myself hanging
by the thread of my sanity.
In the dark vastness of all.

Sitting on her sweet swing.
My toes sketching portraits
of Her on the sand.

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Odes to the Divine Feminine