Come my love,

let us wake up.

Move from the mud

where were have been gaping

at each other like gentle

crocodiles.

Let us arc from birth

to death and around

and around and over and under, in

each other’s arms, like

angel-devil-humans, a holy

Trinity of Awakening.

The sun and the earth

want our tumult

and our joy.

You are the goat-god,

romping, kind, brutally

honest, and full of

ecstatic flesh, on which

you feast, and in which

you bury your great head

in prayer.

I am the snaking queen,

writhing, kind, brutally

aware, and full of

ecstatic flesh, on which

I feast, and which

I bury within my great

singing mouth.

Come, my love.

we can accomplish this

myth together.

Join hearts with me

and let us dance

into the purifying fire.