in this vision

this woman is white, so very white
her limbs are geometric, tense and predictive
her skeleton is the armature for this fate
her translucent flesh, grey, pink, wet, open
waiting for that certain key, that poem

darling we have to join
hip to hip word to word
we have to serve this universe
in the night you become the
huntress and I become the
great Stag of the forest
the marriage must be made
I hear you in the savage wind
the time has come
the tree is suddenly in flames
all that I have been
turns to your face

An early goddess poem, written in the period between Becky Bradway and Kimberly Britton. I spent several years there, without a lover, reading about the White Lady. I never trolled for women. I didn't go to the bars. I did have an abortive affair with Connie Panichi. I lived inside a dream, really. It's a hard thing, but somehow I knew that the Lady would bring me someone. And that is exactly what happened.