BOLD ISHTAR

They
rolling through in twenties, plenty...
bursting flourishing at my core
triple Goddesses sometimes more
around me dancing the royal and lowly
envelpoing lust, exoctic and holy
Talking to Heavan; I'm one in the same
While Hell brings forth fire -- insatiable flame!



She
Ishtar, the Babylonian harlet
my moring fire,
my honey-colored sun
light with me a hundred golden torches
ride the sacred lioness
with confidence that scorches
A snake-bird goddess
who embodies war and storm
Whose feminie duality
can carve such flawless form
Wisdom from your temple
flooding through my open gates
I sense that hidden power rise
that ultimately creates.
Come forth sweet chariot
in darkness and confusion
your potent poisen, bitter-sweet
no longer an illusion.