Songs of Songs: Danae and Her Story

Song of Songs : Danae and Her Story [pt. 3] When the gold first began to fall, I thought my bright body had called it. I thought its clenched light Was drawn to my fist of light. I thought that god Must have spread my body Gently on the ground, And said, .....you are the gravity of gold, Gold will fall to you .....gold will fall into you. The shower tore into me like hail [Mary, we know, Each one of us Let him enter our bodies] And then the gold was inside me, And it was teeth and it was tongue, And it was molten [and I had been waiting So long for lava] And it was hands with holes. A shower of god. He died like a star And rained down on my bright body And the shrapnel tore into me like hail [Mary, we know, Each one of us Bore him and lost him.] .....I spread her body gently On the ground .....you are the gravity of god, ....I will fall to you, ....I will fall into you. I dream of you, he says. I cannot forget.... My hands still seeth with your shape. My heart wrestles an angel All night long. Many years of this.... The inside of my chest Is beaten gold by now.