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.
Tag: druidry
You tell me with
moonlight.
What others cannot say.
I’m woman, but I’m
not woman.
It doesn’t matter.
I’m sex and sexuality.
My eyes shine
bright and jeweled
in night
glancing up there,
lofty clouds sail.
You looked,
saw my brunette hair.
It’s fire,
shaded and shaped,
upon your vulva.
This formula of heaven,
my tongue splits upon you.
You looked.
You remembered.
My eyes still shine.
You don’t want to see them.
You can’t unsee them.
The good lover
you wanted.
A body forged with the
beats of your heart.
The moonlight carried
your cries to me.
I’m here
under the three trunk oak.
My forests and my wizards
lead me in my days.
The living network
and the Dead.
My days are bound before
the sunshine’s chords,
the spirit clouds,
the respirations of oaks.
The calls, the draws,
herald my fate,
their listenings and their vibrations,
become my tongue,
my way, my steps forward.
My heart is like the forest’s roots
and my breath is the endless vapor
of the unliving,
their expanse across all time,
it shapes and fills my
now-woman body,
and rings my now-woman soul.
These curves
do the work
they were meant to do
… thanks to their conception
from the woods,
the lichens,
and the moss
as my ghost loves
hummed on.
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