GODDESS OF SCENTS:

Goddess, she be woman of elements & of scents all,

Those reeking, clinging & cloying, yet not apt to pall,

Of all that swells & smells, upon every breeze & squall,

Of all the oozing & seepings, of life´s every gore & gall.

 

Goddess, she be woman of waters, lake, ocean, salty sea,

Brined virginal juices, menstrual flooding of riverbed scree,

Perfumes of the Maid, Mother, Crone, the Triad of all three,

Scents of all the Goddesses, of all women, of she, you & me.

 

Goddess, she be woman, of all brought forth upon this earth,

Old dusty, musty sweatings, within the struggling of new birth,

Odours of leaking milky-ore breasts, denying hunger´s dearth,

Whiffs of dear life clinging & hanging on, for all it´s really worth.

 

Goddess, she be woman of sun, heat & all burning searing fires,

The spewing of brimstone, molten coals & vomiting hot desires,

Stinking fetid cleansing, of old bones upon death´s ashen pyres,

Bypassing smoke´s quivering nostrils, within life´s renewed choirs.

 

Goddess, she be woman of all winds, breezes, gales & flighty air,

Her ozone breathing for us all, upon this earth, for us to share,

Pure breath, upon which birds soar, within the wisps of her hair,

Perfumes of the Goddess, & nothing else upon earth compares.