Blessings of the Phantom Queen
My dreams are getting darker
and each passing night is spent
catching dreams, chasing highs
A glimmers of thought foresees
black wings gleaming purple
in the crisp mountain light
A relentless message, placed neatly
for me to find-- my lady whispers:
Do not fear the call of the crow
Poem for Imbolc
A pale face emerges
from the abyss, wordless,
smiling, flowers growing
from the places where
she steps
Bards throw coins
at her feet, pick the buds
traveling in her path
She triplicates, rejoins
wielding hammer and
quill
Her lips part, spill
verse onto the Earth
creations burns in her
emerald eyes--smolder,
muse, smolder
The Sweetest Song
He teases thrice,
touches mind and body
then awakens soul
Holy trinity found
in the tender grasses,
in the pillowy fragrances
of waking fields of lily
and rose--the season of growth
moves us all
He walks in clouds
of frankincense and myrrh,
lifts and lays me gently
on foreign chariots draped with violet
and adorned with precious metals
coaxed from pungent earth
Gentle suckling in the sun,
primal in the moonlight,
He whispers in my ear,
coarse hair dragging
across my heating lobes,
ruminating on my scent
of pomegranate
and spice
I breathe into His raven locks,
watch our mismatched bellies
press and flex, and He watches me,
and I Him, our eyes as gentle
as the cooing of hopeful doves
Thy love, better than wine
Dribbling juices
of sacred oak and bone,
His hand slips kindly
beneath my head,
His calloused palm
atop my tensing breast
He comes to me, in love,
in pain, in joy, in strife,
nestled in petal and vine
Beneath the apple tree,
He seals me, bare-breasted
onto His worldly heart
Honeypot
A peacock spreads its feathers,
and you melt, stirring prophecies
of lofty looks from knowing,
submissive eyes
Relax, release, crane and curl
in my touch, betwixt the
darkness of taut sun-kissed flesh
I leave pieces of myself, sticky, golden,
on quivering lips
You sigh, and I depart,
casting lustful eyes toward
the brazen sun
Hailstorm
We embrace in the thunderclap
Ice bouncing off the pavement,
the grass, our skin
Rosehip pouring from
our burning cheeks
They will never know you
like I do
Bolts of light strike through
the sky, remind me of your
pain, your fury, your passion
I raise the wind to
meet your call
It is the only force you fear
I am the only force
you fear
The only force
you truly revere