The coven of druidesses
in an Appalachian forest
prayed for me
in the common tongue
to the woods.
There is something
gathering for me,
around me, within me
so I can take this gathering
and give immensely
to the world,
give love,
give love mostly,
that is what’s most needed.
And…
the full moon brought her,
my gorgeous blue eyed,
tall, long and lean woman.
She cums upon me
on this big night of big sky.
Cuz the druidesses knew
I need love in order to
love more.
Love love more!
That is what our work is for.
For all of us to love more.
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If you see me alone at night
and I’m staring up at the moon,
don’t mind me.
I’m just deeply making love
to the moon in my mind…
and my body and my soul.
It is a way.
It’s just the way of a druidess.
It is an anthem of love,
to love deeply.
Thank you, My Love — The Moon.
I opened up someone
who should not be opened up.
She’s many thousands of
years,
maybe millions of years away
from being ready to be
opened up.
But I did it anyways
cuz that’s what I do;
flippant, curious, voracious.
And light and love
came violently screaming out
of her and pouring into her.
A being misunderstanding
their self,
misunderstanding my being.
Afterwards,
the oak trees called me
to them,
asked me what I had done and
why did I do it.
I said
it was for carnal earthen reasons.
And they conveyed,
oh star stuff Nova,
you still have so many ways
to grow and so many things
to learn.
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