the voice from here and beyond
Sweating brow
pumping away
at the billows
in the balefire of life
Let me grab
onto the scruff
of your wild beard
my iron pounding beloved
I shift beneath
your mighty body
taking you in
as I sing out sighs
Your dust and dirt
cling to me
alabaster skin
turning grey under your hips
Each strike
lands
in a cascade
of crimson
Raising my wand
with each spell
you push back
into me
Lines like ogham
fate read
in the red
on your flesh
Fine Rattan
flies with fury
Bamboo snapping
as it descends
Koa wood
a prayer to the gods
Birch calling
tradition home
Tools laid bare
you become
Oak and Ash
Willow and Thorn
Each howl
each moan
a sacred moment
echoes out
It’s not going to be okay
be what it was
be what yesterday whispered on the winds.
Yesterday we were comfortable
while today we have been cast
Fortuna’s lots on the gambling table.
I keep being told it will be okay
be what it was
be bold and beautiful under a mid-day sun.
I stare into empty eyes before me
solemn eyes raw from too many tears
shoulders up to ears that have heard too many lies.
It will not be the same
never the same as we skirt across
the rim of the earth’s edge into blackness.
The plagues have come
locusts and frogs from above
and I am sick of hearing that it will all be okay.
I am sick of reassurance
sick of the smiling painted masks
repeating again and again the same lines.
This tale will weave its way
along a path through shadow and loss
but it will never be the same.
Our tale will spin from here
into what it *will* be
into what tomorrow will whisper on the winds.
Leather lashes
my salacious flesh
beating
in
time
with our questing hearts
Sweat pouring
down heavenly bodies
drumming
out
the noises
around us
Magician in black leather
Priest draped in desire
beat me down
into
the truths
called mystery
Set the rhythm
and ride my hide
to the other side
of the veil
Kiss me desert poet
who keeps the cave lit
Candles that beg
never return
Beautiful and terrible Lord
Show me the elegance
of sandstorm affairs
Hardened hands that cry
more oh more
Secret and sensual lover
Beyond the stone walls
where you fortify your heart
A rose rises
up from the sand
Into our heavy hearts
I never spoke the tongue
that kissed my lips
Serpent sweet
snakes entwining
Our long hair entangled
Dark angel screaming moans
dark angel don’t come back
As candles beg
never return
Beautiful and terrible Lord
You are dripping down my chin again
though I have not seen you in months
a dream cast in fresh spices and honeyed wine
succulent sweet
your sweat lapped up by my tongue
nails dug into tender flesh
chains and canes thumping across your skin
bent and bowed before my boots
a willow in the dimmed light
Feral growls erupt from your throat
fangs dig in to find a pulse and latch on
breathing my ghostly apparitions away
candle lit and heady in my mouth
eyes locked in the shade
of your long and limber branches
mango filling my senses
dancing into dream
Teases and travails
lay out the smoldering heat
of your need
face to face
in a single breath
emerald lines
clinging to your eyes
as palms and psalms
sing of love for a moment
until I unbind you
and mourn every line
Flowing force of nature
you became my prophetess
my speaker of truths
Who was I to deny
the substance of your burning psyche
passions unfolding under an open sky
You let me open the crypt
step by step down into you
languid in our mysteries
Who was I to dream
the hopes forgotten by men and women
curling desires of those who walk between
Touched by Cassandra
I needed you
but never believed you
Dancing towards tomorrow
I wanted you
but never heeded your call
(for Black Mother)
I feel your icy hands
talons digging into my spine
blink me dry
a thousand eyes of a venomous mother
Open up your craving mouth
devour me with every touch
toxic caresses
deep within the cave
Bare my chest
heart beating in a thunderous noise
screaming out loud
in dripping crimson
Wrap me in shadowed sighs
open me up to your ravishment
signs of coming horror
mutilation of our dreams
Hooves stamp in the world below
echoing in my bones
as I dance I dance
into your icy hands
Crocodile tears penetrate the mud
Protector of aching before the temple door
Give me scales scraping across my fur
Snapping a massive maw as a sign of affection
Claws run through hair you never had
Lips bleeding against your feral grin
Slit eyes light up beneath a rough exterior
Lashing out against my earthly core
You are my Sobek between the sheets
Above the river caked with our passions
Impossible shape sinking down into dreams
Twisting and turning in your beloved Nile
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