Monday, October 6, 2014

Women Gods

Both! Yeah both're
Sometimes golden,
Sometimes brassen,
And a stone
Attention seekers
Many eyed and eye bearers
Loves flowers,
Gold ornaments and decorative clothing
Omnipresent and omnipotent
     yet could never be seen
Epitome of kindness
     quenching thirst with blood offerings
Bathed in water
     stone and iron batter
Test the one's who believe
       yet will never let them go
Sanctum santorium, the womb
      all encompassing, closed eyes
A pleasant smile
     women and gods takes us miles.

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