The Goddess Poem

You say you don't know the name of this goddess
Don't know what to call her when she walks in like a thief to steal your attention
She has been called Isis, Aphrodite, and Oshun
has been known to respond to Epona, Mazu, and Devi
but you don't know the name of this goddess who appears in front of you.
with a spine straight like an oak tree trunk
eyes like paintbrushes,
silken edges dipped in the different shades of this world
with a sapphire skeleton and an amethyst voice
she shifts her weight like there are diamonds between her thighs
just waiting to drip down to the arches of her feet,
caressing every natural curve of her flesh on the way down
where the basement level of her legs kiss the earth hello on both cheeks every time they meet.

She shines with a rose colored starlight
that emulates from the edges of her fingertips-
Ten soft half moons at the ends of her branches of palms
with crop circle fingerprints
she can make you tremble with a single half note staccato touch
make your skin split apart like the grand canyon
so you can see all the smooth layers that have been flowing through you this whole time.

She has honeysuckle kisses from seashell lips
that have been smoothed over by the constant coming and going of the ocean
but the strength to shut out the tsunami waves of life that strike so unexpectedly
making her start fresh.

a new beginning.
a morning begun with a flower tucked behind her ear
so you can literally see the ideas blooming in her mind;
the thought that she is a unique beauty
filled with hope
and wrapped in secrets
raised by the wind
with a soul made of lavender scented band aids
stuck across the scars in her chest
she can't pull them off for fear of bleeding again,
for letting herself flow out like the angry red clouds that tear apart the sky
for just a moment
before the sun leaves.

But in the warmth of the moon, she will dance.
She will adorn her limbs with pearls
so you can see them roll across her skin,
you can hear her move to the rhythm she creates herself
tracing patterns in the stardust with her eyelashes

This goddess moves.
This goddess breathes.
This goddess will wait
and if you are patient
This goddess will speak her name.