Lanzamother, a Poem For Lanzarote

Lanzamother A poem for Lanzarote Dark Mother I am impatient To celebrate your vulnerable, wild nature in a poem, But I don’t know You, yet… I long to dance your breathtakingly raw beauty But I feel like an adolescent on his first date. I try to sing of your Majestic grandeur And sensual, fragile grace. But the melody is trapped, stuck somewhere. I’m like a frustrated mute Gesticulating wildly, madly… Who no-one understands – not even me. I fear My clumsy words will never be able to properly express The infinitely wondrous depths Of your unfathomless rich darkness. And yet your strange rugged presence Wakens a new mysterious passion Which heal my hidden bandaged wounds, Your dozing, yet uncompromising fire Laps at my feet, warming my legs, Teasing my sleeping sex, Gnawing at the stomach of the warrior Gone shopping And is feverishly knocking On the door of my lonely distracted heart. I stand in awe! And am jealous of your lover César, He knew how to seduce, adore and protect You, I am the foolish city-boy lingering outside your window. Still, I cannot ignore You Your proud black rugged Volcano sculptures Are vast, awesome, brutal! Yet innocently wild and uncorrupted, They remind me of dark empty mirrored halls In the lonely unexplored parts of my house. Your twisted, tortured, naked landscape Tears at my senses, Scares my judge, teacher, lawyer, and priest Challenges my spirituality - My ideas and concepts of consciousness, meditation, And unconditional love. You don’t play fair You have been taunting and whispering To me in my dreams Making me yearn, long for You You tantalizing lover. Now You are beckoning to me Like a ancient teacher With a secret… I want to shout, „leave me alone” But some part of me which I don’t know much about… Whispers: “thank You, thank You for…” © Sangeet Portals 2018