he, my man, my atlas
holds up my world
with all encompassing love
he, my boy, my hermes
his smile brings messages
of love from the lips of heaven
me, all creative curves and
fertility...
goddess of hearth and home
hestia, in modern form, i be
he, little blucat .. bast
all compacted and wrinkly
a reminder....of fidelity
then out the back
in a temple
her own
mother god
now become crone
but ever loved
and worshiped
here at #259
we reside almost gods
yet biding the devil's own time
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
he, my man, my atlas
holds up my world
with all encompassing love
he, my boy, my hermes
his smile brings messages
of love from the lips of heaven
me, all creative curves and
fertility...
goddess of hearth and home
hestia, in modern form, i be
he, little blucat .. bast
all compacted and wrinkly
a reminder....of fidelity
then out the back
in a temple
her own
mother god
now become crone
but ever loved
and worshiped
here at #259
we reside almost gods
yet biding the devil's own time
i know...the mythology is all over the place....
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