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Click hereTake me in the vineyard.
Let me brace myself
against rungs
of wind-machine ladder
as I become altar,
invitation,
doorway to Divinity.
Bury in me all your longing,
the hardness of your day.
Seek the Goddess
deep within me.
Ground yourself in my flesh.
Lay me naked on the Earth
so voyeur moon can see
me open,
my breasts swaying
with your prayer.
Let wind dance across our skin,
caressing us with lover hands
to stoke the ancient fire
in our souls
to raging desire,
until you spill your offering seed
into the furrow of me.
"Bury in me all your longing,
the hardness of your day."....this is my favorite line in your poem. The whole poem was great!
The unfolding of a sensuous divine ritual with the moon as its witness. Such great imagery!
This is beautiful, I'd pray at this altar any day.
...who wouldn't want to be there to help you celebrate the rite? Erotic spirituality... well blended, Syn.