Poem: Eve Kali-ing Out

If I ever meet a good man,
I'll never reveal myself again.
Prying is the sort of challenge
That really turns you on to begin with.

One time I thought I could
Go all out with a friend.

Always willing, no matter how recent
Scars are of the past, always
Willing to love full force in the face
Of a seed of perfect chemistry

Few if any have ever been
strong enough to receive
I believe
They all loved me,
Truly or falsely,
But there is no consolation in that
This soul seeks One beyond control

Love beyond love, beyond death

Now I accept
All ugliness and beauty
Equal in the eye of the witness
Beholding

I will always be the true lover of myself
And still I seek the man manifested

I love being who I am
In illusion and in essence
Driven
To keep living on
In spite of all my failures

I hold them dear
And love the same
In time I'm sure
Your face will fade.

The point is to be happy
Without any Thing
Or any Body.

A kind of far away,
Lonely happiness,
Where you're absorbed back
Into the Soul Recycling Center—

Well, God loves to choose creation,
And Here I Am,
Partying it up again,
In the little blue garden.

I call out to my dancer,
I call out to the one,
To make with me in mortality,
Immortal fun.

Cast the human divinity complete,
And taste the fruit so sweet.