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.