Water-Bearer

i am the child

of Holy Fire gone wild

a vehement rage

i yearn to assuage

woman’s bundled heritage

ancestry of deserts forested

licked as they submit

to a false humility

that i bury

in the smoldering remains

of their stolen destinies

.

my inner winds

sweep the canopy

with ember rain

billowing breath-searing pain

the exhalation of white lies

that shield my shackled cries

as i cower beneath

the dragon’s blaze

and he hands me the rake

for the sake

of my untamed mane

.

the sea king holds the gold

of alchemy in his palm

the calm of silent vigilance

stirring the expanse

within the bowl of my hips

honey drips from my fingertips

a life-fluid cascade

to douse the flame

as i swallow blame

to name the heat

that dissipates

in the soothing rains

falling from onyx wings

as a thousand sing

across a stellar-jeweled sea

.

and you come for me

the water-bearer on her knees

and crack the Alabastar jar

the frame of my heart

as love hovers above

and frees the flood

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art “The Water-Bearer” by William Gentry

Fires burn California

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