Autumn calls death with voluptuousness
Look at me . Forgive me. Love me
Quench my thirst for skin on skin touch
I want to redeem the world though I have not yet reached my redemption
I’ll therefore force you to see the beauty of my sadness
I’ll lend you my eyes so you can see me in ways in which
I ceased to see myself
I’m selfish and I’m ashamed of it
Melt my shame! Kill my fears!
Delve in the glorious nectar
From the lips of a late bee
Flowers of a tree-
from roots digging the earth full of unthinkable sacred monsters
Reaching for The Goddess whose mystery is yet untouched.