smoke blanket
holding
peppered stars,
love warmed
fire wisdom
between my palms
Tag: ritual
the earth lay fresh
i stepped into it
let it strip me down,
clay incensed
my chest opens
revealing ripe heart
hemorrhaging love
blood near his feet
the sound of coconuts falling
I flame
all night
wax fed skin
shadows taught to dance
my knees with floor indents
His gifts worn in me
memory garments
Broke through
shell left behind
loosing pearls
between teeth
shedding
in the pines
my hide
stretched
barrel curved
struck into earth
Apple blood
froth
lapping
juice drip
from the source
The clover patch at night
bends beneath stars.
Shadows, dark and sweet,
shaped heart-wild,
fairies biting and pinching,
dancing their trio of leaves,
tiny foot-paws soft against soft.
Eyes that flint
with an edge of insanity.
Worshipping the small, delicate
the secret nectar
of the magic hour.
Braiding myself with Loki
hurts in the best sense.
I twirl down and weave rounds
as He spins me,
dancing.
I leave my skin
against the grain of the wood,
My hair a carpet under foot.
Sheared to skull
His to fill
My lips igniting offerings.