New Seas and Serpents

She said

keep to the left,

just out of

eye’s reach,

let the energy

be the thermometer,

forget all other weather

for time doesn’t have

a move to make here,

no room for him

on the chessboard now.

He wasn’t wanted.

Instead,

focus on the breath:

big,

and slow,

and deep.

Create the space

and begin.

Your feet

nestle into the mud,

reaching down with your toes,

your roots to the core of the earth

where fire breeds its own.

let it

Ground you.

Move you.

Feel your hips

slip in between

the air currents

speaking in sex sighs

and protection spells,

billowing art and heaving breaths

out into heaven

creating stardust.

make it

Freak you.

Feel you.

Heart speaks loud.

She throbs and pounds,

thrusts herself

into others

with a red run healing

that circles and swirls magic

around holy bodies,

laughing and screaming joy.

feel it

Bleed you.

Be you.

Head heavy

with prophetic visions

and unconscious drivings.

demand it

Give you.

Grieve you.

Her head is so full of sticks.

His head is so full of stones.

Their heads are full of tones and tensions,

stories and sirens

that cause the world to

glow and howl forth,

creating froth, new seas, and serpents.