Inspired by the re-emergence of the suppressed, black-light frequency Feminine (hidden, subliminal nuance) parallel reality merging with the white-light Feminine (visible, material), this highly esoteric and alchemical piece is one of my favorite creations to date!

The Song of the Black Light Feminine

I am the thickly translucent, amorphous honey oozing like molten sun, melting into formlessness by the enchanting song of the bees.
I am the fluent, ever-changing variety of three hundred prize roses blushing in the sun; I am the never-ending array of fantastical plummage upon three hundred doves, inexhaustible in grace and mercy.
I am the over-brimming Grail which hath no rim, the chalice which spilleth over into my oceanic lap of ambrosial rhapsody, and the ocean which floweth into the cup.
I am blinding, unabashed glory summoning the bravest of knights to quest for my brilliance in the vastness of their yearning hearts; I am the softly oozing stream of gushing immortal liquor flowing in a woman's bliss: unbound are my sluice gates, bottomless is my well; my rapture hath no ends upon this bed of love-drenched earth; in the bliss of my bower the traveller quenches his thirst and the adventurer is renewed by the ivory pillars of my thighs.
My beloved leadeth me to verdant pastures where our lovemaking conjures the New Jerusalem to shimmer in the lives of men; through the Pearly Gates of my ovaries, dawn and dusk are spun like sheer silken veils to robe the earth in the dervish whirl of ecstatic homecoming.
My breasts are the ancient mounds where faeries congress in magic circles, shyly spied upon by the wizened crone who gathers apples in my bountiful orchards.
In lucid leaping throes of passion I weave celestial orbits of star-strewn jewels; I am the lure of black holes where senses are annihilated in the rush of dissolution into my molten spuming core; I am the sonorous chorus of barking of sea lions in a cavern of nymphs and the frothing foam of the bright-speeched bards.
I am the Perpetual Choir of gnomish monks chanting at the mouth of portals, the Eternal Flame attended by veiled devotees who touch my face as they hallow the terrifying dark nights of their soul.
My lips are kissed by the benediction of initiates on the cusp of death where they meet the wrath-hued wraith transformed to a priceless princess, bequeathing their dry patient lips with the elixir of beneficient Incorruptibility.
I am the cloud of unknowing, the Gate that passeth all understanding and the understanding beyond all gates;
I am the startling cry of veils thrown back to reveal the holy of holies: none survive my luminosity without the kiss of a black blazing torch carving the crown jewels of their noble inheritance.
Nor does my hallowed chamber yield without bursting the glass houses of yesterday's play.
I escort the babe set adrift in the bulrushes; I am the wet-nurse of genius-spawned symphonies composed on the fertile deathbed;
I am the Beloved married by flying saints and the black starburst found in the cave of crystals. Terrible and comely am I, replete is my garden with the thronging tastes of jubilant inundation.
I am the Mercy Seat where cherubim divulge the wedding secrets of rivals fallen in love;
I am the conspiracy of inspiration-drawn carriages riding to the feast of perfect peace.

--From the forthcoming Poetry Anthology, "PYTHIA UNBOUND" by Jocelyn Woods, Copyright 2011