Erica Jong - Insomnia & Poetry lyrics

Sweet muse with bitter milk, I have lain between your breasts, put my ear to your sea-shell-whispering navel, & strained the salty marshes of your s** between my milk teeth. Then I've slept at last, my teeming head against your rocking thigh. Gentle angry mother poetry, where could I turn from the terror of the night but to your sweet maddening ambivalence? Where could I rest but in your hurricane? who would always take me home but you, sweeping off the sooty stoop of your wind-filled shack on the edge of the volcano?