NEW ::: POETRY Apr. 2015 | Page 51

ROBERT FABRE CLAY GODDESS Must love exist without call? Must we all wallow in dirt and bend till we fall? Grasping true lights, those whirling divinities blind my one searching for answers free, without taint. Clay goddess just before me that I attempted to make flesh four times, each failing. Clay goddess descend! Descend into receiving love without giving; Descend into allowing penetration into body alone without lying to justify lust, without weeping. When there is a rush of deeper emotions, deeper feelings cannot always existIn fact, cannot exist without prior test. Mental without physical is worse than physical without mental.