to be formed by God,
the rib of Adam,
tied to one human lifelong,
to be, at your core, obedient,
curious, youthful and wise,
babe-able, grateful, adventurous, not tired,
to be at your core
darkness evaded, a mistake healed, interesting and more peaceful,
to make moves based on others need.
I am full of this story,
tear edges with my teeth,
rewrite the incantation of purity,
allow us to be in wholeness
murky and faultful and rewarding,
bewitching, forceful, challenged,
acting solely in the interests of self.
We are not mere chattel
but witchful beasts who breathe their fire.
There's no mystery,
no bounds -
every one wears the crown.