I find

All the little parts of me
strung out on a necklace like death

Hand prints and foot impressions, in tracks around
her hips.

She is the black.

I have cried at her feet,
and she gently swooped down
and bit my neck,
freeing me of body.

I have lost my soul and wandered
ages and cultures
until she reeled me back in by my
umbilical cord, my intestines
and pulled me to earth again.

And here I stand, in
chains I have made of unbreakable
Parts of me,
and she offers to cut my body
to pieces.

I have died many deaths at the gentle hands
of this Goddess.

I die another to be
reborn, to me.

Bless Thee
Black Goddess