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THE GODDESS INSIDE OF HIM

Darkness drips from the locks.
He’s a slave to her every whim.
Outside, the night drops its net
Over leaf and limb, over owl and fox,
Over mistress and pet, over what’s come and gone.
Inside, the lights grow dim, as he tries to get it on
With the goddess inside of him.

Silence envelopes the rocks.
He’s musical and slim.
Outside, it’s cold and wet.
Inside, the thousand shocks
That flesh is heir to skim the surface
Of each fret he fingers into the dawn.
Deeper inside, she talks as a lioness to a fawn.
Her voice overflows his brim.

Outside, the cry of hawks awakens him to the grim.
Overhead, a jet reminds his tongue of her hymn.
Inside, he hears the cocks of her scolding him for the debt
She says he owes for the fun he’s had inside her gym.
Unclipping her barrette, she jabs him deep in the brawn.

Cloudlight washes the blocks, both out and inside of them.
She grabs for all he can get. Inside him, another sunset
Spreads the color of lox across his inner lawn.
Every squiggling photon bouncing inside of them
Moves his hand as it chalks his name on her hem.

Inside his feet, she walks around the volcano’s rim.
Inside his blood, they swim, together in shoes and socks.
Inside his heart, her regret won’t even let him let
His handprayers heal the pox,
Spread out like a lawn or a chessboard,
Where her pawn answers each time she knocks.

(...repeat 1st stanza...)


Words and Music by Galen Green c 1986


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