DARK ART DARK CRAFT — Claiming The Woman In The Shadows

THE WOMAN I BECOME

 

Every time I pen the salutation

Is an effort to reach you

From here in the shadows

Where I sit

Just me and old Sophia

Praying you gain gnosis

 

I call you Dear

But it is only a formality

What I wish to call you less polite

But I write with Loving kindness

Hoping your heart will open

Instead of my sacral plexus at your whim

 

Here in this private space

Cloaked from your shaming gaze I write

Sophia proof reads sometimes

And when you finally read my lines

The pull is strong

I can not resist

 

Your heart remains closed

Even as your third eye is wide

Wide as the ocean of my hips

Here in the shadows

Just me and Sophia with her Pistis

And we wonder if you will ever see

 

Me in the shadows with my heart bloody

Having called you Dear with compassion

Instead of what I really call you

Will that unblinking eye of yours ever see as His

When I pick up my pen

The woman I become

 

And you never even bother to write back