| these temple rooms are night-blessed and swollen, bursting with the heady scent of early summer rain, above me, sky is being re-created in ecstatic thunder and the faithful chorus of the dawn. each raindrop on my womanskin is wet with soul, drowning in the yearning for my flesh to grant safe passage through the realms of magic that are spilling naked power from the lightning clouds. i feel the weight of the half-knowing, hot and heavy, deep inside me like a lover just before his final thrust, as earth and heaven heave and groan to sacred climax. priestess cat stays close to me, as she has in other lives, and once again our timeless Isis-eyes are seeing gods make love and lightning far beyond the limits of perfection. |
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| image: Johanna Pietersen |