Come close; come closer. <br />You must. <br />My lust is slow, but consuming. <br /> <br />Come blindly into my darkness, <br />My wet, black rose. <br /> <br />I'll lay you down, <br />I'll loosen your loins <br />In my rich, sweet niche of rot. <br />In the sift of ages, <br />Pharoah and slave come hot <br />To my tight embrace; <br />My tawny sepulchral charms <br />Are irresistible. <br /> <br />Don't quibble. We are well met. <br />Not a single hair of your precious head <br />Will I share. <br />Your nacreous skull, <br />The pearled gleam of your eyes, <br />The curved rib of your hull <br />Will launch me a forest yet. <br /> <br />I breed the power of the oak, <br />The sloth of the snail. <br />I swallow shadow and shape, <br />I am the curving knife behind the eleventh veil. <br />Returned to my midnight nursery, <br />The prideful nettle, the timid Columbine, <br />Eagle and ant and king in me combine. <br /> <br />I am the breast that feeds the suckling corn, <br />I am the rag-doll bride of the plough. <br />You who would reap my harvest, <br />Now do you know who colours the morning green? <br /> <br />I am Queen of the May, <br />I am the blood of the bull, <br />I am the seed of decay, <br />I am the pounce of the owl, <br />I am the door of dismay, <br />I am the wolf's howl. <br />I am end, and beginning of all, <br />The roll of my heavy thigh, is rhythmic, seminal... <br /> <br />Hear me, each white, umbilical root <br />(Desdemona abed with her Moor) , <br />I am a cruel Madonna <br />Sharing the throne of the mole, <br />I settle all dispute.<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earth-9/
