Suffer the Wild

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At your center, your womb
You are wild
You have only forgotten
How wild you once were
 .
And now you have a hunger
Deep inside
That no man or drug or fame
Can ever touch
 .
A place betwixt
And between
The opening of you
The sacred oracle of yes
 .
Yes is the remembrance
The portal to essence
And the allowing
Of your own divinity
 .
No you cry
I am not ready
And I have not yet
Suffered my suffering
 .
And I must be broken
More and again
Before I can understand
My own surrender
 .
But if you say you must
Be worn down and torn
Asunder
Beyond your own bliss
 .
Then you will forever wander
In the deserted wastelands
Of your womanhood
Barren and forgotten
 .
But why must I feel
You beg into the abyss
Of scattered dreams
As you are pierced by your own vulnerability
 .
Your truth is your desire
And your thirst
Cannot be quenched
By more suffering
 .
Only through the succulence of being
The sweetest nectar
Of the blood pounding
Around your pleasure
 .
Will you finally set free
Your wild woman
And come home
To her
 .
© Nikka Karli 2016
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