Circle Dancers

Empowered in white
sheets of silk dangling off arched arms in
embrace of the pale Woman in the sky

Moons or portals opening wide

virtuous and succulent
Ambrosia forbidden

time traveling maidens with wings as to fly;

I offer you skin to the pyre, my own life
Let me dance with the Fae tonight


Tongues in crooks shone never through sun light
And holes in stones
Made by water in the dark of the knowes
Bells for hats and coats of every stripe

Caelestia
On the verge of libidic bliss
In the heart of this circlet of green grass
I wear in my mind
And wait
night by night
For the beautiful Fae
On the rim
of the tinged
moonlight