A Dream // October

George Shiras, White-tailed Doe (1898)

 

On Gods & Monsters

A Dream // October

My Dear One

Can you Conceive of a Love

That you don’t

Have to Earn?

More,

A Sacred Inheritance

Waiting for You

To Come of Age?

To

See

With

Open Eyes

Wide,

Like

When You Were

A Gapped-Tooth Child

All Love

Never Knowing Fear?

Waiting for You

In the Warm

Languidly

That is Woman?

A Plush-Lipped Lover

Not

Of Your Body

But Of

Your Sacred Peace?

Soft Haired

Long-Legged

Doe

Gazing at You

From the Stream?

Knowing

That There Is No Arrow

Only Presence

Only Love?

Eyes

Soft

Like Your Mother’s

Before You Knew Her?

Earthen

Like the Moss

At Your Feet

Let Me

Kiss

Each Step

Let Me

Wash

Them

With Only

My Hair

Wild Waves

Abound

Plentiful

Made

In Service

To This Purpose

As Mary

Commands Me

My Love, Do You Not See?

For What is There, Better

For a Woman to Pray to?

Softness Begets Softness

As Heir Begets Heir

What is there

More Holy

Than Man?

What is there

More Sacred

Than the Covenant

Of Man and Woman?

Not a Desecration

My Darling

But a Benediction

As Simple, As Sublime

As

You are The One

I Choose

To Meet God

With

Cradle Me

In the Soft Moss

My Luminous body

Of Youth

Pure,

Color of the Pearls

Your Mother used to wear

Curved

A cure

By the shape

Of your Blessed Mouth

Place Me,

Reverently

About the fallen leaves

That my Aliveness

Returns to Me

As the Animal of Me

Receives You

Undulating,

Under your touch

Besides

The River

Of my Ancestors

I smell the Autumn

Upon Us

As You,

Upon Me

All Smoke

Cinnamon

Clove

Tobacco

Smell of the Darkness

That comes Early

And lasts Long

Let Me,

Taste the Air

Bright and Sharp

In my Wide

Woman’s Mouth

You,

Who Silence Me

With Such Divinity

You,

Who I Could

Follow Forever

You,

Who I Desire

Endlessly

Not Because

You are Faultless

But Because

You are so Divinely Human

You,

Who Long to See

And

I

Who Long to Share

The Waters of God

Through Which

I have Swam

For all Eternity

 

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*Written work by Christina Mokwa – © Christina Mokwa/Mokwa LLC/Mokwa Creative Company

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