First, Mother Nature met Diana.
Mother nature, autonomous woman
Place the elixir of life onto my tongue,
Three drops, put your mouth above mine
Let your saliva drip in
Touching the roof of my mouth.
I’ll now tilt my head back,
Choking as it runs down my throat,
A beautiful agony, as always
Into my body,
Down to my stomach,
The tonic of life,
Our life.
Now we shall create.
Amen.
Second of all, with fountains of love, they created a child. They went on to call her Rosina.
let your bees come in,
pollinating, creating life
but only under my terms,
only when i choose
to let them feast upon me
let a small peach form
on the branches of my womb
but let her core be poisonous
hydrogen cyanide,
to keep thieves at bay
if my body is a garden,
let it be ripe,
ever growing, ever flowering
a stretch of soft grass,
for us to lay our heads
mother, mother, daughter
the heavens will sing.
