Deep within her,
I can lose my old dreams and birth new ones.
In her sleeps my salvation.
Crowned and in her womb it rests till I call it forth.
Thus I stalk these cadent woods for her.
I howl to hear her bay back.
Deeper and deeper into the murky darkness I skulk.
Returning to nature as she hides and I seek.
I feel her ghostly paws on my skin even be for I can see her.
Her ties to me ripple through the universe.
Rumble into me as a lovers tongue in passion.
Though the bond to her is only hope,
and that thread lies tattered and worn,
It will never break, never will it sever.
There ahead she awaits me,
still as the winter mist,
cold as a lullaby for a dead infant,
and wet as tears shed over lost lovers.
Her parted lips receive mine like eager fire.
Pure nakedness replaces the privacy of cloth.
And in moments hot flesh slides together in tumultuous thrusts,
as we perform for the Mother Moon.
So far inside her.
So deep only we two can know,
a seed is planted.
In the sunshine of our love
and the silver light of the moon
that seed will grow to be the first part of all my joy