Pisces Rising (Poem)

He loves me in theory

Expressed repressed passions for entrance within me

I mirror his desires in the base of my spine

where my skin calls out for the gold that’s been refined

I imagine it sits in his fingertips

I’m sure it lies dormant on his lips

But chaos seeps in from the destiny sealed

I could play in his storm

But it wouldn’t be real

The One (A Poem)

I am the One
The caramel rendition
A singing and laughing shimmer of glass
wearing the stars and constellations on the small of my back
Prancing down the pavements with a smile in my spirit
A stillness in my soul
A song if you will hear it
I am a carrier of the void
The light and dark at play
Both the sunrise
and the storm
The quiet embodiment of source
A piece of it sits between my hips
The promise of life swings in my walk yet
Fatality and Joy sit on my lips and
dress each sentence
in their colors as I talk
I am the One
The Artist and The Pen
Who bleeds but does not die
Who lives and yet gives life
I am the vessel
from whence the others shall come
Kings, Queens, and Scholars
Handsome God’s and graceful Goddesses
I am the origin of life
I am the root and the foundation
The sword and the hug
I am the sculptor of the nations
I am the One
A child of Great Mother
The presence in the wind
The moonlight on the water 
I am the One
I am the All
The Process and the Great Creatress
The Feminine 
I am The Woman

I’m A Cup

 

Lets get into me

Because without us I am empty

Ceramic tea cup

Chipped

An accident waiting to draw blood

From lips

Meet me in the dark

in my deepest dark

cold and shadowed

I will wait for you

To come into me

Because without us I am empty

Make me canteen

Life saver

In heat

Bring water to my darkness

In the deepest dark

Cold and shadowed

I will wait for you

To come into me

Because without us I am empty