I Pour Out My Soul for You Ama
Every night you wring my heart like a washcloth,
Press like an orange my spent and emptied rind
You edit endlessly my soft-as-a blush heart
With your merciless scalpel you cut distractions
Would prune every branch but that one
Bearing the fruit that is the love of you and me.
Are you not in fact everything
All in all -- in everything?
Why demand, with razor distinctions,
Where my duty truly lies?
Why despise so utterly the loves of my life
You who are in them -- you who are them?
Your wrath is refulgent
Your blush resplendent
Your influence in all my doings
Utterly incandescent.
I live my life a manifestation of our love
I write as metamorphosis every passion for you
Let eternity be patient with time!
My corpse will medicate this world
But please leave my days animate
Ama great maker Tiamat
Great Mother -- your aspect terrible
Yet gentle and precious as the milk-toothed child.
Omniscience wearing pig-tails
You are anciently young,
Born tomorrow.
I am the child in your womb
Twin in your bed
Father above you
Husband beside
You are everything in everything to me
And if you don't snatch me too soon
I will be everything to you as well
Austere heaven, pleasurable hell,
Mythosphere, logosphere, dimensions of being
I will be everything for you.
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