Matriarchy: Love Of All Kinds Poem by Lovita Morang

MATRIARCHY: Love of all kinds

I breast- feed my kind,
love in various forms of one life,
in vivid colours
I vie for vows,
I make him the hungry begging Buddha,
I make him seated in the golden bowl of lotus,
as I gulped my ambrosia,

I make him sip,
the dew in delights of dawning chorus of birds.
I make him, the king,
sometimes the sun,
sometimes a tree,
sometimes the wind bridge.
In witty plays, in placental prays,

I foretell him to be wise.
VICES ARE VOICES OF FATE'S FRAILTY.

So, be wiser.

I transform him to last unknown man,
to the first path finder, a stranger.

I as a lone ranger.
I discover all his treasures
and tip toed it into empty chest.
I create him in all godly form in guises

and any and all others
in my REAL FICTION STORIES
in the importance of being Matriarchy.

I as a fearless child have tasted,
the blood of a tiger,
that has disposed me off away
from the taste of masculine belief
that I exist as lover- the worshipper.

Love is faminine,
Ah!the masculine fang.like familial aggregation,
to gather the familiar spirit,
to be in the family of sabre- toothed Leopard's spot,
trust to evolved out,
not as fixed entity
in the supremacy to subjugate
the always existing evilness of evil.man.

Gonna write the taste of blood empire
not necessarily tales of vampire....

But Yes, for sure
the Abotani blood runs in me
blood- boltered.
I as a warrior,
I am now rooted in the wind,

Earthly mind, in love,
finest thing I find.

-Lovita J R Morang