The Spear and the Lily

The Spear and the Lily

She: To understand frigidity in one self you need
To adjust your thinking to what it is. It is not the
Inability to fuck, nor being unable to permit
Penetration. Now I see it is the kind of thing
suffered by most whores who only once in a
While break through and actually feel what's
Happening.

He: Between the  waters above and the waters below
A dark female wearing a black mask and a sinister air
And little else, her arms hiding her breasts in a gesture
Of false modesty, her hair on fire and flowing like a
River down to the funny edge  of the world.

She: Self-deception is the black mask covering the eyes
I nowunderstad I have been dealing with my self as male
Not female. I fundamentally believe that women make it
Across the threshold of self-realization by themselves.
They need the male. Now I must marry myself and
And divorce men, men as authorities.

He: A shaman moonlights as a ragged clown backed by
The sands of times as an invisible cat sits on his shoulder
And whispers in his ear, "She loves me, she loves you not.
Advance with or without her." He lifts his fiery rod with the
Serpent curled around it as a court jester rolls the "Circle
Of Destiny" up the hill.

She: A stubborn woman won't listen to a man, won't accept
Him, yet she relies on him to accept her, to affirm her existence,
And to say YES! to what she does. But should he say
NO! he'll pay for it---by being castrated.

He: Last night I saw porn star Traci Lords, and I must say she
Is the epitome of a sexual performer. She made herself up as a gaudy
Geisha with slant eyes, overdone red lips, black dildo in hand
And whispering seductively into the camera about her"fabulous
Pink pussy." She called herself "your dream harlot." She's right...

She: Your sympathy for the female lies in your recognition of
The female  in your self; your rage, hatred, and anger toward
The female lies in the refusal of equality in you of the male
In me---but the fire alchemy is the transmutation of those
Polarities into each other---your femaleness, my maleness,
My maleness into femaleness---into wholeness.

He: As Pierre Bonnard grew older the paintings he did of his wife
Marthe became more rarefied. If in the first stage she was a sexy
Presence, in the second she was an object among many objects.
In the final stage she became a soft luminous apparition, a
Gossamer creature who existed on the edge of illusion.

She: Hail spawning center of the universe, the river is torn and
Beaten with the desire of the male-female salmon; their shining
Light is merging with the light in the water. If the salmon can make
It upstream so can I to get pregnant and to give birth to a child.