Madre de la Selva

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

You lure and captive-ate me

in your viney, gemstone

tendrils

like a love note or a thorn,

sent from afar, deeply penetrating

- me and time -

anonymous and humid.

Blood courses, flows, beads, spills.

What ancient longing stirs,

haunts,

indigenous, naked, and savage,

recollecting in

cellular memory

Life

Herself -

birthed the writhing, suckling, murderous

Goddess of Fertility

and Death,

encoupled,

serpentine,

and staring me in the I?

Ah! Bless the inner knowing –

a sensuous passage

awaits,

emergence from your

purgatorial embrace,

and after glow.

(c) 2004-2010/Jamie K. Reaser