woman as goddess

in this vision
this woman is white, so very white
her limbs are geometric, tense and slack,
her skeleton the armature for this fate
her translucent flesh grey & pink
and she is just wet, just gashed open
waiting for that certain poem, that key

baby, we have to serve this universe
we have to join genital to genital
word to word my tongue becomes your tongue
you become the huntress in the night
who speeds across this february sky

the white girl spread open like the milky way...
I hear you in the savage wind, your song