Dark Mother

She brings her dance
on hips wide with intention
and a smile that knows more
than her lips reveal

Uninvited, but approaching in her
walk that serves as my reminder:
it was me that came to her house

Her hands are my penitence,
fingers on my face, breasts
of ashes and a brooding
sex between her legs

She is mine because I sought her:
I am hers because I found her:
What she takes is my self, scooping
that gold like honey from a pot

She will consume me, piece by
piece, and smile into my eyes
and love me with all her heart
until my heart is no more

Henry Rael
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