Turning Towards and Then Away
I am tilted towards you, O King,
falling towards radiance I spin
like a dervish, like the moon, like
a woman broken open in love for you.
There are no places to hide. You blast
every fearful particle to light: protons thrumming as waves.
No difference between light and movement turning,
strumming on baked stone, tiptoeing in bright tree,
my axis overwrought, my desire outpaces
my grace.
I get the full force of you in that beautiful life affirming dance, in
very late twilight, wine consumed and we are weaving, I’ve
drunk my fill then begin to turn away to
some darker place for slumber,
And those dreams that tiptoe into the night,
my shadow long slanted behind me.
For those on the Litha Blog Hop 2013 here is the next hopportunity by the ever talented
Priestess Tarot!