Once you are inside, alive in a world
of tenderness, touching what no one fears,
moving through years of samsara with wind
like a scar on your skin saying Beware,
this world is not a place that loves your kind,
but the wheel keeps turning and at the core
of stars are lips that tell galaxies, Feel
the absence that was a body brought down
to ride soul’s heaven one way to the hell
where it vanishes in ashes with bones
tumbling from the fire and sounding the knell
of bells, all you remember of women
who have been purchased by Kali the whore
of taxi dancers' all night all day clubs
each dance a dime with their kisses like crumbs
disappearing through black holes, how you wear
eternity, for even Forever
smolders, coals stir in madam Kali’s womb.
(20 December 2011)
copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander
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