I needed no lovers and bore no fools
My body is the Whole of What You See
I am She

I run in your veins and pour from your eyes
The Passions rose and I birthed them of lava
My children grew out of me and became Other
I receded
I linger at the edges, ready to rush them home

My womb remains fertile
My children swim, crawl, and fly
I cradle them
And I bury their bodies within my own

Taste my sorrows
Fear my rage
Ride my moods
Return to me