Death by Coquetry

Goddesses do become deaf.

Even if I am muted 

And the codex of language 

Discarded

Aphrodite will not bloom.

No flower

Not to be rooted in soil of rocks

Metamorphic.

I am not this.

I am harder.

Steel is not an adjective... but my soul.

And I am harder...

River Styx, washed feelings...

I am more dead than this.

In fact... I am harder.

I am pulse and dick.

I am your sugar gadget, batteries not included.

Faceless kiss...

Disembodied touch.

I am smoke

Breeze 

I am music

And I am something harder...

The blind eye of a needle.

C**k to womb,

I am harder 

And Aphrodite will not bloom.

Much more than a saluting genital

I am a poem

Restless

Shaky

Uninspiring

Hitting all the wrong keys to create discord

And inject weakness 

Not El Shaddai...

Not pranah for our love

Hara Kiri... No weapon...

Sepukku... No blade...

Kiss... No tongue...

Breath... No "us"...

God... No mercy...

Tears... No rain

I am:

Love... no "you"

I am:

Dove... No flight

Science ... No god...

Storm... No thunder I am...

Thunder... No Poetry.

My Love just is... 

And my Love is more naked than Heaven's shaft

Gliding into Gaia's chasm

My Love is louder than the Universe

In mid-orgasm.

And I am harder.

Harder than Poetry

Harder than Love

Harder than Faith.

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[Emily B]

the words may be eternal, harder than steel lasting as long as the Love