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You disturb me on a level so deep You strip away with ease The false veneer of sophistry You make me feel primordial The blood flows through my veins In a sluggish drumbeat of desire The heat of my core rivals that of the sun That deepest secret part of me Opens up for you with glee Like a flower thirsting form the life-giving sun You disturb me so - my legs tremble and shake My body glows with jewel beads of moisture Squeezed from my aching soul Who is she - this lion maned witch This woman with heavy lidded eyes And honeyed dew upon her thighs Whose body trembles as a reed in a high wind? And from whose throat a keening, mournful sound emits She sits atop the mount of joy And shrieks her defiance at the Olympian Gods When her universe explodes In rapture too intense to bear The sound that echoes from her core is no longer very human, But by far more that of a predatory Raptor Screaming in ecstasy so fierce - it becomes pain You disturb me so - that finally I can see That the wild haired witch is the real me, Up to now so carefully hidden deeply away You disturb me so that I no longer care Let the world bear witness - this is Me You disturb me so - that I am finally free Naomi von Niewoldt January 2001 |
