Spear Me/Speak Me

A forced find with your arrowhead and horn
leads me to unfold my flower,
slipping into a maze of illusion,
and gratifying the maiden within.

The feather of your touch is quickening.
With circles cast for a gods response,
The fetish you claim as your own, an adventure,
While I blossom under your touch.

Your handprint scalds my mind,
Quickening the force within me
Nature erupting to your ceremony
of spirit, mind and body as one.

The lasso of desire wraps around me
Binding my breasts tightly
creasing my lips between my legs
you pull tighter binding me to your will.

You are the man in my maze,
The figure that teases me and tempts me
you wear a mask so proud
with deadly medicine to unfold.

I give up to the moon with love,
Pure even though you may not see,
A morning star in a brackish world.
That longs for the moans of my ritual music.

Kisses my lover
A name I dare not say.