Feminine and divine

Within me is a light that shines
Despite the bushels men will heap upon me
As they fight my unquenchable flame
With fires of their own shame.

I am the mother principle,
The elemental rage they cannot control;
The earth they cannot harness;
The force that will not be denied.

I am the wind that fans their sparks
To the fire that consumes them
And they fear the loss of what they are
In my primal waters, in my wrappings
Of heavenly hair and lissom limbs.

They fear I will eat them
Even as I let them loose
From the same orifice:
They fear my eros as thanatos.
It is not the same thing.
I am not a threat.
I would not have a world
Rid of men.

But their fear is irrational.
They would become me:
Wear my skirts even
As they would plug all my holes
With brutal denial of who
And what I am.

They say I envy the phallus
When the truth is
They envy me
The holes through which
My power emits.

I am feminine.
I am divine.
I make no apologies
And take none.