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With My Brassiere

Go easy over my hips
with my brassiere
pull it down
in this poetry of the moonlight
bathed and breathing
your breath and the night
your eyes speak gentle things

I am your soft girl
waiting with the Universe
to explode
always waiting a billion years
your eyes and the moonlight

You look at me and we know
we only know with our eyes
what two women and
billions of years can only know
these revolutions
these normal ways

Go easy over my hips
with my brassiere
my dear
make this last what
cannot last
my dear
make our fine craft
curved lips to curved lips

Poems

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.

Poems

Making Love To The Moon

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.