Ishtar: Desire and Generativity
The first of the four avatars presented in London. (Ishtar represents Spring)
Who calls upon me at this turning?
I hear the children of twilight,
Their furtive night longings echo at my threshold.
Today, of all days—how could they resist my gravity?
Can they tame their inner yearning?
They want to temper it, but I cannot long be tamed.
Still, they seek virtue in moderation.
What offerings do they bring?
Open hearts and silent prayers.
I smell them—and their nethers, too.
Their desires rise because of me.
My rotating hips are a swarm of midnight
With poison thighs and daggers
I assassinate the pillar saints
And leave the rest wanting more.
What are these drives they feel?
The drive to be. To grow. To rut. To reach.
And what if, in this reach, they go too far?
At least they reach for distant stars.
I can inspire them–yes—but devour them, too.
They want to sate themselves without gorging,
Maybe I shall draw them in and consume them.
To have them in my mouth! My throat! My belly!
What must they sacrifice in their quest?
Excess, innocence, and rest.
Note: I am back in Yankeeland and am looking forward to organizing an online group. Please stay tuned.