Some who see us are truly blind
They cannot see her
Or me
They see her beside me
This is no goddess some say
She has knelt to me!
This is no goddess
For am I not younger and more fair?
Or am I not stronger and more cruel?
They are blind to her
And more; to me
She is soft in speech and fair in praise
But not to me
She is soft and yielding, thoughtful
Her balance perfection that I lack
She can be hard and cruel
Warm and loving
She is the cherry blossom wind
Stolen moment of perfection
Fallen upon cold tomb stones
Those who are younger and more fair
I see the illusions of a youth
That can only fade and fail
Those who boast their strength and cruelty
I smile, and in my eyes
I see hard men dance in 3.4x scope
Until they fell before me
I lit my smoke from burning vehicles
Wondered idly if the birds tore at living or dead
While my eyes tracked always and ever
For signs of threat
You leather strutting peacocks
Know naught of hard
My Sometimes Goddess sometimes kneels
But not to me
She knows the weakness and the hunger
That made my secret soul
A plaything for her hand
Sometimes it pleases her
That I please her
Sometimes it pleases her
I beg
And be ignored
Many times I fail to please
And am set aside
But I will bide
My Sometimes Goddess
If my heart her only temple
Will I, her priestess
Renew her altar
With my tears