POETRY
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[Isis Melting] [The Love Chase] [Moon Ritual] [Conception] [The Flame] [At My Feet]

Filled me with a flame
Enhanced the void with Name
Now it can't be tamed
Rise up and strike again

Serpent burning in the night
Serpent rising - inner light
Up my spine and out my head
Makes no difference alive or dead

Bearer of passion
Out of control
In my body fashioned
Wisdom of my soul

Winged being hover over me
Angel or demon I cannot see
I am blinded, it must be
As I scream my ecstasy

Floating in this dream
Created here by me
Visions of a future scheme
High Priestess high on technology

I awaken - shaken
Icicles melt
Running down my breast
Heartspace felt
Have I passed the test?

The vision - a revision
ISIS
She is not she
I claim her
ISIS
She is Me!

I call on Artemis and her pack of dogs
Through the woods we'll follow, jump over logs
You in the distance, panting and tired
On faster we run, you're time's close, expired

When a woman takes arms, makes sport of love
The man flies away like a frightened dove
Dionysus quake, falter and shiver
At the sight of a female holding the quiver

No matter how strong Orion may seem
An Amazon women's not rightly his dream
Armed and ready her finger rests on the trigger
Takes aim and draws the final blow to deliver

There's reason poor Artemis wandered alone
Never had a fellow or even a home
Scry in his genes, can't be unglued
He's the hunter, scarred fighter not to be wooed

I'm doing my best to act calm and tame
You know it's a act put on all the same
But I'll play it for now, limp as if I were lame
Let you lead the hunt, snare all the game

Arrows lay broken
Points dull and chipped
Hunting bird token
Sits with wings clipped

I've hung up my spear
Stowed away the net
It's up to you my dear
If I'm to be met

However, remember I'm the tiger it seems
Hungry, no starving! A nightmare, not dreams
Arm yourself rightly and hide yourself well
My fangs strike quickly like a dart out of hell

Hunter or hunted, wizards shape shifting
Time marches steady, the mists fall, then lifting
So whether I'm hunter or the challenging prey
Actors switch roles swiftly keep each other at bay

It's time we were partners, not to delay
Dump the arms altogether, step out of the fray
Stop! Don't hunt me and I won't haunt you
We'll sign a pact darling, start life anew

Fitting, like fresh skin over the old
Apollo and Artemis grasp hands and hold
Mind calm and steady, reborn unpolluted
Me thinks we're . . . well, agreeably suited

Hina, pale glow rising
Shimmering reflection idealizing

Casting circle round and round
Bare feet caressing the ground

I chant, incant, call her name
The spirit of light, I reclaim

Feminine powers redeem
Goddess energy supreme

He beats his drum, stamps the ground
Shows off, struts around
Smiling, waiting, the abyss
A crevice, a kiss, then synthesis

A sponge, she soaks up fecund fluids
Dances wildly, laughing naked druids
Pagan circles, change of seasons
Celebrates sex, needs no reasons

She swells, is full and ripe
Gaia, sacred Mother archetype
Presently she transforms; birth
Burst forth in joy our Mother, Earth

Thanks to the big wet Father
Who cums from above
Thanks to the willing Mother
Who holds his juicy love

Dream induced or drugged while slept
Inspired by frenzied nympholept
To heights of passion never tried
Or dared, my truths wisdom belied

Priestess serving Goddess same
Be she Sacred or profane
Unmarried women, Prostitute by other name
Unbounded she remains "a dame"

Leaps into the pooling fire
Tend to heighten unnatural desire
Pele loves me best!!!
In all these years I've taken no rest
Never revised my headstrong behaviors
Seeking after no heavenly favors

Come to me my supplicant

Annoint with oil from cruet clearly
Let us chant loves duet dearly
Lite the sacrificial flame
My lust for you remains untamed

I desire
The Fire

Bend you to my will, I will

These boots may look sexy and enticing
Shiny black heels of stiletto
Oh, so utterly inviting
Like whipped cream on heavy metal
Bend you to my will, I will

You want to lick them, yes, I know your
Depraved cravings,
Straining against restraints
Whimpering and acting out complaints
Begging
Surely there is a reliance
That you cower and shape to my compliance

I have the power
To bend you to my will,
And I will. . .

Caress your face with this shining heel
Careful now, that it leaves no scars as I step
Down hard, upon your will

And you bend . . . over
Feeling this stylish thrill
Like a lover
Without a will

*Hel is the name of the Norse Queen of the Underworld