Eve Rises Up
For an eternity and longer
Have I knelt at the altar of Cock
Have I bowed down to the white worm
Beneath the loin cloth
Have I swaddled it in the satin hive
Of my warmth
The holy cavern of my body
Have I cooed to it
Laving it like a troubled dove
Have I bound my feet before it
Have I strummed it with my tongue
Like a Lyre
Have I let it come searching and bleeding
White gall into my mouth
Stopping thought and word.
For forty years—think of it
A nun in the chancel of Cock
In the Kingdom of Cock
According to the Bible of Fuck
The holy writ according to the Father
Eve shall know not of her own body
And put herself
At the mercy of the Cock.
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Now I tell you
I decapitate you
As my Head of State
As the Chancellor of my Desire.
I come wet, singing with the sin of it
to tell you
That more than you have imagined
I have a Cock of my own
Between my legs
Under its pretty prepuce
A delicate white falcon under its hood
A nub of love that fills with blood
With petals running beneath the skin
A sensate arbor for the wines of desire
A cock of my own with its sensate head
A bird with long red wings
Between my legs
So that in rewriting the writ
For the sake of the Clit
I spread you out
Like a corpse taken down
From the Cross
I oil your torso
I slide over your length
With my strong little bird
I rise over your mouth
I nudge against your lip
I am far away from the snake
Between your legs that beats
With blood--
The one-eyed watchman in the watch tower
The python among the apples.
I ride your mouth
With the little goddess in the boat
And when I've pleased
my little briny dove
And tears bead from my flesh
And I know the petite morte
Is at the base of my spine
Eyes to eyes,
Mouth to mouth--
I let you nudge into me
I let you in inch
By inch
We move at my direction
I say barely move in me
And that is what I mean
You know nothing
You never knew anything
I am your Maestra
You are my schoolboy
I am your Priestess
You are my Penitent
And when I crest and burn
And pull you through me
And you feel my trembling
And my fever sets you on fire
Manchild in the Promised Land
We together in the Kingdom of Fuck
A thousand angels dancing
On the Clit’s soft head
Your fingers coaxing
The fevered dove’s head
Then, I’ll let you in
Boiling over
To the root
The love-sword in the hilt
You little boy Adam,
With your Weeping King Cock
In the wet spent sea-flower of my Love.
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copyright Jenne' Andrews 2011
