Being A Goddess (Poetry)

In some alternative universe I am living with a man
who adores me —
my smiles affect his weather
I am worshipped for the bounty of my laugh
my moody storm appals — intrigues
has him on his verbal knees
offering appeasement.

I bask in his attention — the loving gaze
that wraps me in the gold of heaven’s queen
I walk on air — quite weightless in a cloud
carved perfect as his dream.

He touches me with reverence
his body is the sacrifice I’m owed
and given sweetly —
tradition’s ceremony timed to suit my whim
the candles always ready — and the wine
waits chilled discreetly.

And such gifts as a goddess might receive
for her pleasure — my senses dizzy from excess
of emotion — his extravagance so wild
yet tender in its lavish thoughtfulness
I believe my own deity and use my power wisely —
beam and bless — pour out the grace I’ve borrowed from
another life — imagined close —
my mind alive to that intimate dimension
where I am called divine.