The Matriarchin's Vision
But load the rose that
Needs apocalyptic love;
I can awaken in his phallic embrace
And hear his animal slumber.
The black vitality bleeds in time
Her sensual drive at the end of his tether,
A feminine tide receding.
Oh men aroused!
Across spaces and hours
Who demeaned and dismissed and not heard
The songs of distant stars
Oh man forgotten!
Now you awaken
And once again
violate my arachnid dream.