Song for Ishtar

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The moon is a sow
and grunts in my throat
Her great shining shines through me 
so the mud of my hollow gleams 
and breaks in silver bubbles

She is a sow
and I a pig and a poet

When she opens her white 
lips to devour me I bite back 
and laughter rocks the moon

In the black of desire
we rock and grunt, grunt and 

© Denise Levertov