Lotus

My scent

So sacred

So powerful 

So rare

Captivated, the loins by the prowess behind my stare

I have risen

From the ashes

To claim what is mine 

I have risen

With a vengeance 

I have risen

Divine

Immaculate

Ancient

Beautiful 

Wise

The lotus is my totem

I can no longer shelter human lies

I teach the ways that are to be ignored and what is to be endowed

I come on my own accord

With passages forbidden, unallowed 

I come without my cover 

My shelter

My shroud

I have risen with a purpose so, indeed, I bring the crowd

I attract everything to the absence

I turn water into the deepest burgundy wine 

I come as the scent of the lotus

I have risen 

I am divine 

I am a goddess

A Pharaoh

A lady

A queen

I am a sorceress

A shaman

A healer

So serpentine my blood type, aligning with Jesus and Mary Magdalene 

A caudacus

A legend

A cobra with a poisonous tongue

Cleopatra

Nefertiti 

Isis 

Hathor

Risen to claim my bounty

Returning to settle the score

The lilypad upon the Nile I ride upon

I become one with

I utilize to capture the Sun's vigor

To drink in the vapor that is life

Returning as the scent if the sacred lotus

To an emperor I will become wife

To a guardian

To a marksman

To an officer 

To a man

I am the lotus

The peacocks feather

To the princess, a fan

An animal 

A gypsy

A flower 

A bride

A lotus

An angel

With an essence I cannot hide..

3-20-2016