Honorable Journey
reading a smutty romance novel
my cousin gave me for Christmas.
ready for inspection.
Relaxed thighs, draped with sterile cotton,
allow light and cold steel
to pry open the gateway
to insatiable secrets.
a place where my magic,
now deeply hidden,
remembers moontimes,
the lunar sundance,
when sacrificial blood
once stained the parched earth.
universe within a universe
a sea of moontime magic
a sea of mother fluid
I am...
a map of my children evolving
a map of flesh and marrow aging
a map to destinies unchosen
I will become...
a constellation of ancestors reborn
a constellation of a girl and her dog running on the beach
beneath a thousand dying suns
The Mermaid Queen
The sky is my open window.
My bed, granules of
ancient shells and sea urchins.
My sea glass eyes beg the winds to rest
and stop frothing up the volcanic ash
that clouds your face.
I ache for your watery fingers
to reach around my seaweed waist
and pull me to your depths.
Let your lunar pulse capture
the curve of my sandy breast and shoulder.
Once the tide rinses me clean,
I will taste only the salt of you,
until every grain sinks
into your wanting foam.
Descent of Light
I fell through a hole in the night sky,
so,
I plugged it up with a thousand galaxies.
The
dreamless dark planted its seed deep
within
the universe of my womb.
I
held the seed of you as I left
the
universe of my own mother’s womb.
And
from that, you grew,
took
on your own shape
and spoke in an unknown language
Your
pure light couldn’t be contained,
escaping
through slats of the fragmented sky.
Young
stars fell to the new earth,
carried
fresh water through forming canyons.
Tides
ebbed beneath the virgin moon
as
I danced upon the muddy shell of a rising island.
you are my untamable Elk-man
rutting through the infinite
tunnel between us
I am your quivering bow
My skin shudders to arouse
the ocean of your boundless desire.
Fiery tides rise and claim
the sweet center of wanting flesh.
Divine Nourishment
bathed in crimson,
i sit, facing the east
my third eye opens.
silent waves of dawn
rinse the sinewy chasm
of my beginnings,
my endings,
and all that has been.
soaked in golden smoke,
ancient hide stretches wet,
shrinks tight around a hoop of fire.
the rhythmic pulse
circles our naked alter.
sacred honey-ripe vulva
drums you from the Elk-cave.
serpentine bodies press close.
primal desires ignite smoldering walls.
the canal fills,
and my river becomes yours.
I am the soft night
Blessed into being,
I push through my mother’s temple
and shape shift into the soft night,
an essential star of birth.
The thunder of my fresh spirit
pulls the tide back
To the ocean’s womb.
I am the soft night
Blessed into being,
I push through my mother’s temple
and shape shift into the soft night,
an essential star of birth.
The thunder of my fresh spirit
pulls the tide back
To the ocean’s womb.
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