Naked Mutant Poetry
GoddessHood Spoken Word (Draft)
I once loved a man who used to refer to me as
The Goddess of Abundance
Abundant: Breasts, hips, lips!
he said I was the essence of all that is woman.
He said he loved my softness, filled with sweet desire: my
Sighs, moans, wetness- and he built an alter for me where he
said I must stand so that he could always love and worship me and my divine feminine.
I loved him abundantly... keeping him filled with me,
he was never left wanting or empty!
I cooked and cooked for him: Gourmet Vegetarian/Kosher delights
fresh bagels & coffee breakfast in bed/candle light suppers!
It would please him when I would dress as a "naughty french maid"
and I would wash his laundry, wash the floors, wash his back, and
make his bed...
and in that bed I acquiesced to his every request.
And every night he used to whisper into my ear and tell me
how he felt so lucky to have found me, the goddess of abundance, and that I was all that
he had ever wanted, and he needed nothing else as long as he had me.
Until one day, this man that I once loved, sat up in our bed looked at me and said: "I'm bored!"
One is not enough he said! I need three! Three? I asked. Yes, he said, three! If I had three, then I would
be the happiest man alive- So, I said, Ok- than three it shall be!
Menage a trois Fridays
menage a trois Saturdays
menage a trois holidays!
In this grand menage I continued to cook and cook, and clean, and wash, and I
felt satisfied that I, a mere goddess was able to make this man so blissfully happy!
Until one day, this man that I once loved, again said to me: "I'm bored!" "Three is not enough" he said!
"I want more!" I want to go to Bali, where I shall begin my quest to
F--- every beautiful woman on earth!", come with me, he said!
At that moment I felt my alter, my pedestal, crumbling beneath my feet, and I fell to the floor,
landing on my hands and knees! Wounded and bloody I pulled myself up, and I made it known to him that I indeed
was a goddess, but I was also a woman, and I had my own wants, needs, desires, and scars!
I told him I needed him to be here for me now...
For this he punished me...
I was no longer his Goddess of Abundance
but rather
The all consuming devouring She beast!
my wants, my needs, were exhausting!
He said that I ravaged and absorbed his sense of SELF...
He said I was SELFISH! I was too much! Too much!
-then he left me-
devastated, alone...
I turned to the wisdom of other sister goddesses...
who said:
"Didn't you know that you must always keep these MAN-creatures Wanting and Hungry?"
"YOU OVER FED IT!"
(I over fed it?)
Well, you live, you learn-
I am still a Goddess,
but Ive stopped Cooking,
and I no longer DO FLOORS,
especially NOT,
on my
hands and knees!
(thank you)
LD
copyright 2001
The Goddess of Abundance
Abundant: Breasts, hips, lips!
he said I was the essence of all that is woman.
He said he loved my softness, filled with sweet desire: my
Sighs, moans, wetness- and he built an alter for me where he
said I must stand so that he could always love and worship me and my divine feminine.
I loved him abundantly... keeping him filled with me,
he was never left wanting or empty!
I cooked and cooked for him: Gourmet Vegetarian/Kosher delights
fresh bagels & coffee breakfast in bed/candle light suppers!
It would please him when I would dress as a "naughty french maid"
and I would wash his laundry, wash the floors, wash his back, and
make his bed...
and in that bed I acquiesced to his every request.
And every night he used to whisper into my ear and tell me
how he felt so lucky to have found me, the goddess of abundance, and that I was all that
he had ever wanted, and he needed nothing else as long as he had me.
Until one day, this man that I once loved, sat up in our bed looked at me and said: "I'm bored!"
One is not enough he said! I need three! Three? I asked. Yes, he said, three! If I had three, then I would
be the happiest man alive- So, I said, Ok- than three it shall be!
Menage a trois Fridays
menage a trois Saturdays
menage a trois holidays!
In this grand menage I continued to cook and cook, and clean, and wash, and I
felt satisfied that I, a mere goddess was able to make this man so blissfully happy!
Until one day, this man that I once loved, again said to me: "I'm bored!" "Three is not enough" he said!
"I want more!" I want to go to Bali, where I shall begin my quest to
F--- every beautiful woman on earth!", come with me, he said!
At that moment I felt my alter, my pedestal, crumbling beneath my feet, and I fell to the floor,
landing on my hands and knees! Wounded and bloody I pulled myself up, and I made it known to him that I indeed
was a goddess, but I was also a woman, and I had my own wants, needs, desires, and scars!
I told him I needed him to be here for me now...
For this he punished me...
I was no longer his Goddess of Abundance
but rather
The all consuming devouring She beast!
my wants, my needs, were exhausting!
He said that I ravaged and absorbed his sense of SELF...
He said I was SELFISH! I was too much! Too much!
-then he left me-
devastated, alone...
I turned to the wisdom of other sister goddesses...
who said:
"Didn't you know that you must always keep these MAN-creatures Wanting and Hungry?"
"YOU OVER FED IT!"
(I over fed it?)
Well, you live, you learn-
I am still a Goddess,
but Ive stopped Cooking,
and I no longer DO FLOORS,
especially NOT,
on my
hands and knees!
(thank you)
LD
copyright 2001
