golden the dusk settles

Holy Queen Sea sprays with laughter

Strange Woman barefoot on the Edge

bound by her own hand

liquid textures shaping hard realities

life collects in tiny pools

universes in a droplet

Eternity leaks from Her Cup

Red is the elixir
Red is the Jewel
the fiery tongue
the warm awakening

Entheos
Full

the form sways
to forget itself

a Receiver of the Dancing Gods

a Conduit of the Spiritual current

Everything Touched
turns to Gold turns to Gold

Honey drips from her fingers

petals fall crimson in the night

leaving our scent

she follows the Calling of the Lord

in leaps and in furied gestures

She embraces the nature around her

like a cloak is His presense

and your domination has no meaning

Your arrows do not break the skin

torn apart is the illusion

with her own hands with her own hands

Your ripped to shreds
beauty lay sleeping on the green Earth

with red lips that taste of wine and dream