he
dwells
with(in) me
and
with out
feeding
the fire
that
consumes
me……
she
washes over
my body,
beseeching
me to join
her….
deceptively
sensuous,
inviting…
deadly
in her yearning…..
he
dwells
with(in) me
and
with out
feeding
the fire
that
consumes
me……
she
washes over
my body,
beseeching
me to join
her….
deceptively
sensuous,
inviting…
deadly
in her yearning…..
goddess
in me,
denied too long…
kept
in shadow
no longer…
i hold
her soul
in my hands,
and watch….
like mercury
attracting like,
she (re)forms
to heal,
and inhabit…
being
as i was
born(e)
to be….
i choose
to live
in peace,
while
war gods
thunder
their names
through
my being….
willing
me
to acknowledge
their presence….
ideas
too tightly tangled
in their newness
to breathe
their own air
slowly slide a word
out,
and gently coax
another along…
whispering out
one after
another,
until a
single thread
is unravelled
from the multitude,
and made free…
what is it that moves me…? your belief in me…? the reflection i see of myself in your eyes…? the connecting of two bodies moving through each other…? the need of our souls to touch…? your difference…? your sameness…?
ganhada di pdeegu
do i claim affinity
with
trickster?
an altering,
alternate
self?
what would
the
world
be like
if
txamsm
had been
a woman?
what do you see
when you
look
at me?
my flesh?
soft
and abundant…
my eyes?
dark
and seeking…
my heart?
healing
and resiliant …
or
my soul?
his skin slides
silk
over mine,
i lose
where
tender
flesh meets flesh,
his into
mine,
my breath
into him…
she is alive…
hearing her howl,
feeling her wrath
snake
through me…
there are
stories
of her,
told to children,
heard
from the trees…
older than the mountains,
she is force,
she is fear,
she is life,
i bow
humbled…
she pulls at me,
twirling and swirling
around my body,
beseeching
me to join
her….
deceptively
sensuous,
inviting…
deadly
in her yearning…..