in the palm of pan's hand

A woman's mouth is weary with fear older than the oceans Rivers flow through our veins Flocks of goosebumps fly across our skin with every ripple and yet we still find ourselves face to face with gods from outside our sanctuary I am a woman with water under her skin and something the men all seem to want The gods have been near the water since the beginning Mystified by a mirrored exterior Enticed by a woman who posed a challenge So they stayed Heavenly bodies know no understanding of no Because when a god is thirsty He drinks Shies away from monsters yet still drinks from my body I am just a woman with water in my veins and he is just a god who does no wrong I am the villain in every story born from heavenly tongue Who am I Woman to deny god water in the drought So every story turns me into something beautiful for his eyes to rest upon The gods do not enjoy the songs water brings So instead He molds me into something just right for his lips The god's favorite instrument is a flute Curves just right for his hands and a voice only when he gives me air Men do not like water because they cannot command us He drains every spring to create flutes And we do not win even when we say no or yes The gods create the rules But water takes the shape of its container and rivers do not forget For every drought there is a thunderstorm and the water has returned even after a symphony of flutes has been made The fear of god cannot stop the water and we only rise when rivers join together Oceans were once just teardrops of a defeated god Brought to his knees by liquid chains and We are a force greater than nature.