I want to meet a Denisovan girl &
flying back through time to gorgeous,
lustful windows of chaos;
her fingers dripping eyes;
u know me & she, mother
of every princess born after wayward
Tomorrows have passed---
Once & future queen unlike any other---nearer her mate---
Jesus comes & beats her
Screaming at the French bay window,
her mother a pale forgotten goddess
who speaks of older tales & fled,
Returned to the aquatic night---
Where the monster in business suit
Walks towards her sunlight---
These are our children in the fertile proton field---
She didn’t say that when she
was ******* my **** said he,
The backyard where her robot mistress
tells her whatever tale she desires to hear;
Her poetry nagging like blood-filled leeches,
she & my other mother & doctor
Taken to the van where
the virtual woods hides
the veiled wolf; vain creature
who dislikes her single minded madness---
The female body is an object
in a man’s world; the female body
a person in a woman’s world---
These are the prototypes of all mankind---
I will return to her
my Denisovan quean,
With neither soul nor body---
We are those who make a dreamlike
resurrection from cool lovely lips---