The Great Mother and Father

(A lone voice whispers)

There is something 

Not just any something

But a something that speaks 

To all things that creep 

Even those fast asleep 

A name of such sensuous devious mysteries 

Not just one name

But a thousand 

Repeated 

Sometimes carelessly 

So many times 

Down throughout history

She or he is wet red soft lips 

On dark candle nights 

Or sharp red nails 

In suspenders 

Or black tie 

In Moonlight 

Light and dark energy 

Intermixed 

That never fails to instill

The heat lonely hearts need 

To breathe 

The bringer of temptation 

To new bodies and even puritan souls

The right in wrong that tempts you 

So cunningly along 

The sweet satisfying afterglow 

Of sated souls engaged in acts 

Of sensitivity

The supernatural aura that surrounds 

us when we chase

 

And finally see 

and kiss its sweet face

A heart and home 

Without which 

We as a race 

Would no longer exist

She is the Great Mother and 

Father of Conquest 

In one 

The source 

From which lust and love 

Springs 

To learn 

Looking for fun 

Before their time burns

And they are summoned back to the alabaster sink 

To which 

All life returns 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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