It is the darkest blindfold
that covers the eyes of my sight.
Only in the darkest night
do I guide my steps inch by inch,
tracing the cold wet paths
of an underground stream.
Spiraling towards the navel-center
(my sex bound in umbilicus)
touched by unseen hands, I am swept away
on tides of night
in a cradle of ecstasy
I am a silent goddess
Lost in this I cry out
to drown on gasping my first cold air,
to not recognize the strong hands
that have pulled me forth here
and baptized me in pomegranate tattoos
BINABASA MO ANG
Excavations
PoetryOld poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024. Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...