The hidden Self

She appeared at the door

and breathed herself in.

Serpent, sacred, pale as snow

she faced me and asked

that I kiss her on the lips.

I kissed her death-white face

as she had whispered,

touched lips to wisdom born

in ages past, and futured

secrets always known

and let her lie beside us

in the bed of my own making.

I told her I would embrace joy,

hold darkness off with light

unless the call came for descent

into  Inanna’s  world.

But not without the plea

to seek, the depths of unknown Self

would I descend to Hades realm

Return myself to Her.

She answered not,

and neither smiled,

just lay in silent state

as Wisdom, Grace, Eternity,

as Mother, Life and Fate.

A persona poem - masquerade - the hidden Self

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