Sacred spot

The most sacred spot 

On a woman 

The rebellious side of her nature

Begins here.

The root cause of her family,

Self love and destruction.

One spot able to rock the world

And spin a culture into motion. A soul attachment point to her connection to dreams and fantasies. 

Unforgiving and fragile convictions

Loved and callous

Rhythmic and pulsing

Piece by piece

Against the grains of society

Hidden from those notions of spring coming against all odds of a lazy winter

Bone collector 

Lacing my thigh high bootsProtecting me from the storm

Keeping me sexy and warm

 I walk long in stride 

Hips moving gracefully from side to side. 

Progressing me in life. 

Momentum in motion

My primal instincts can’t hide the wild woman in me. 

I’m a bone collector 

I ravish lovers And set souls free.

Loving unconditionally my children 

Living in the context of this drug culture teaching right From wrong 

Not from a hypocritical song

Just a pathway from rugged neurons 

Over sexualized society scarcely

Blessed I in this babylon where

Community organizes clash with my rave-nous assumptions 

Play on my ethics between right And wrong