Cut me asunder Pull me apart Slice me open Like a sanguine orange Red And bursting With the gist of life Life's force and Life's mystery A sanguine cove of blooming carnation A sanguine temperament Muted under layers of dust from the reticence From eons of aversion to Our cage of flesh Our shrine of flesh The carnal and orphic and sacred Mother and Earth, dormant but breathing And Red Like rubies in Her womb Cut me asunder My first breath drawn -Sophia Koutsouri