Megan (forestwhisperer) wrote in sacred_sensual,
Megan
forestwhisperer
sacred_sensual

Gift your voice to me,
give your throat to the night,
cry out to the waning moon
like a siren sounding
the storming of love,
like a kettle caressed
by tongues of fire
right to the aching peak of boiling,
and beyond…
boiled over.

In that moment
you were there with me,
you an emerald dragon,
or was I the dragon,
I becoming serpent,
or we both together
transfigured
to that form of coiled power,
writhing against the depthless sky.
My spine
arched
like the petal of a lily
folding back upon itself
in flaming ecstatic unfurl. 

dear greenside, should I have placed this in your other community, sensuous_talk? i'm not quite sure how you distinguish between the two.



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