Alchemy of Seaglass

In the palm of nightforest and rain I leave imprints on sands , my flesh baked by the elements --my nipples and breasts darting towards the sky in full radiance of an alchemy, where this womb in pure sheen becomes a cradle for ancient offerings: tangle of thistle and roots sprawl on my bodice , glossed skin rubbed, flamed then offered to gods like mute lamb... Slipping into this inner glow, I hear again men's whisper of my divine power hidden within these molden eyes, fierce as sea glass , an amulet designed by Spirit, my berry lips seemingly chanting of miracles, of treasures untold... I lay still among sandbeds and wait, if chieftains and men would ever know my heritage comes only from broken refuse of littered stones.