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Moon Chilled
Naked and chilled under moonglow.
Trepidation seeping into mossy earth
Dampened with beckoned anticipation
Magnificence
Under delicate skin spread thin
Treasure promised under a landslide of Possibility
But I'm,
There.
Just there.
A Moon Whispering Beast on the edge of Dawn
Cleanse me with cool earth
Beyond daybreak
In the shadows of Letting Go
Deepened breath that comes without weight nor burden
Freckle stained skin caked with purity
Dark and tacky with mud
Wise Mother.
Call me home.
Take me back.
Open your ever growing arms to hold me until my roots find purpose again.
And again when the sunshine enters my veins like Forbidden cravings
And again when I grow out of my patch of dirt because standing still hurts too much
And again when my forked tongue speaks Volumes more than most can swallow
And again when…
(Again)
Forgive me.
Accept Me.
Receive ME.
Primitive, guttering sobs
Bathe in hallowed primal Release.
Pulling the moon closer
Caressing her face with my own cheek
Gripping her body tight
The grudge of jealousy fills my fingers
She is Free, my darling
My moon.
My muse.
A vicarious wish sets me quest-ward
My offering undisguised
Stripped and soaked in tenebrosity
While my heart screams and pounds on the walls of its own captivity
What have I gifted me?
Hell hath a wild anger of depths
Bespeckled with shallow love
Each pocket another breath
A temporary reprieve
I would rather parish on the surface than thrive under uncertainty
Let dancing shadows flirt in celebration
Seduced only by the twilight's delicate melody of mist and Forgiveness
Yielding themselves to the glow
As I yield
As I bask in my own visibility
I am mud and seed
Bloom and rain
Mother forgotten at the behest of my sins
Return.
Wise Mother.
Ancient sacristy of wild offerings
Rendered of truth and transparent intention
Shadows dissolve under the embrace of Acceptance
My troubled heart quiets
I'm,
There.
Just there.
On the edge of Dawn
Under a landslide of possibility
A Moon Whispering Beast
Naked.
Magnificent.
Renewed.
Trepidation seeping into mossy earth
Dampened with beckoned anticipation
Magnificence
Under delicate skin spread thin
Treasure promised under a landslide of Possibility
But I'm,
There.
Just there.
A Moon Whispering Beast on the edge of Dawn
Cleanse me with cool earth
Beyond daybreak
In the shadows of Letting Go
Deepened breath that comes without weight nor burden
Freckle stained skin caked with purity
Dark and tacky with mud
Wise Mother.
Call me home.
Take me back.
Open your ever growing arms to hold me until my roots find purpose again.
And again when the sunshine enters my veins like Forbidden cravings
And again when I grow out of my patch of dirt because standing still hurts too much
And again when my forked tongue speaks Volumes more than most can swallow
And again when…
(Again)
Forgive me.
Accept Me.
Receive ME.
Primitive, guttering sobs
Bathe in hallowed primal Release.
Pulling the moon closer
Caressing her face with my own cheek
Gripping her body tight
The grudge of jealousy fills my fingers
She is Free, my darling
My moon.
My muse.
A vicarious wish sets me quest-ward
My offering undisguised
Stripped and soaked in tenebrosity
While my heart screams and pounds on the walls of its own captivity
What have I gifted me?
Hell hath a wild anger of depths
Bespeckled with shallow love
Each pocket another breath
A temporary reprieve
I would rather parish on the surface than thrive under uncertainty
Let dancing shadows flirt in celebration
Seduced only by the twilight's delicate melody of mist and Forgiveness
Yielding themselves to the glow
As I yield
As I bask in my own visibility
I am mud and seed
Bloom and rain
Mother forgotten at the behest of my sins
Return.
Wise Mother.
Ancient sacristy of wild offerings
Rendered of truth and transparent intention
Shadows dissolve under the embrace of Acceptance
My troubled heart quiets
I'm,
There.
Just there.
On the edge of Dawn
Under a landslide of possibility
A Moon Whispering Beast
Naked.
Magnificent.
Renewed.
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