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Tantric revelries

this poetic longing to be ravished
must lie dormant in all women?

the wild wolf spirit buried within
that yearns for
meeting strength
matched in ferocity, wit and grit


谷 valley
欠 lost

not all those who wander are lost
the rising of Shakti rattles
sleeping bones awake
cures sickness and fatigue

but why do we grasp and hold on
to our symbols, binding fast
religiously to those who triggered
the flow of juices, inspiration
and whatever goes by for love

would you create with me?
refrain from touching but just sway
in the beats of our self-made rhytmhs
licking the wet stuff off our lips
as ambrosia drips into slow luscious drops
i bite the fruit you cut
golden rectangles

the Goddess provided
and she takes, she takes
unborn babies from our bellies
songs from our mouths
dreams from our sleep

the emptiness arises again
two halves can never become whole
elliptical moons
touching but never melting
the emptiness remains

and what a great gift
this hole She left
to cover it with sweetgrass
singe it with sage,
kiss the corners

Anthropologist, Mother, Yogi, Chocolate addict and writer

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