Author: Brittany

Please, My Queen
Robed in gold
Help me to see
The heart
Of this Dream

What does this
Story
Want from me?
How can I serve
To welcome Your
Peace?

This body is
A nexus for
Blessings

A place where
Magic and miracles
Come to rest

These open hands
This sunlit chest
This fecund womb
This suckling
Upward pulling
Drink
Yoni
Drinking
Dark nectar
from the Earth.

We are all
Tasting
Our own medicine
Now
And mine
Tastes
SO
Sweet

I have to drop
At least this veil
To let you through:

Here are the ways
I did not believe
I could have Love

Here are the ways
I tried to get something
That was close enough

Here is the monster
In the shape of me
Here is the soft hope
That we can strip away
The monster skin
To see what
Tender beauty
Lies within.

Beloved will you
See me
Standing
In the shards
Of wounded history?

Will you watch me
Carefully and
Lovingly
Piece myself together
From the parts of me
I could not hold
Before the magic that
You carried here for me?

Forgive me, Beloved
For who I used to be.
Forgive me, Mage
And set me free.

I am a powerful woman
I am a magical woman
I am a Priestess
I am a Queen

I can change
I have changed
I bring miracles
I transform

I love you
I choose you
I welcome your love

I want you
I receive you
I receive your love.

I am resourced
She holds me
I hold you up.

I love you.

I see you.

I am also loved.

Do you wonder,
My Love,
About the mystery
Between
Her sun-sugared
Thighs?

Will you bury
Yourself there
Where Life
Pulses
With Life?

Press into
Her holy darkness
Thirsty for
The nectar
Of the One
She serves:
Great Lady
Of the deep places
Of the moist and
Sacred Earth.

When you
Emerge
Will you come home
To me
To what was
Once
A Mystery?

Will you love
Me
More
For tasting
Her?
Keep
Secrets
Behind eyes
That still
Adore.
Wash my body
With hands
still ripe
And warm
From soft
and languidly
touching
Hers.

Will you come
Find me
Again
Wrapped in sleep
In our bed?
Will you gather
Me in
Kiss my neck
Touch my hair?
Will you come
Home
And love me
After wandering there?

My gods
Bless in me
My hatred of
This tiny thing
This voracious
Infectious
Viral
Disease
Called Man.

Slaves made
To rape
The earth
And take
Her wealth
And lay
It on the altar
Of their
Rapacious
Vicious
Makers.

My gods
Who bless in me
The unquenchable
Flame
Of truth
That I have guarded
Against
Perpetual
Misguidance
And mendacious
Lies

These same gods
Have kept me
Will keep me
Alive
And teach me
To light
This false
World
On fire

To ignite
The battle
Destructive and final
Between gods
Demonic
Angelic
Harmonic
And Vile

To cleanse
The earth
Of her human infection
And end the
Infarction
To send home
These demons
To their place
In the stars.

My gods teach me
Magic
In whispers
And stories
The magic
To set free
The minds
Of afflicted
Invite them
To die
Sinners
Convicted
And give back
This land
To the creatures
That know
How to love
Their Great Mother

I love Her
Above all creatures
And beings
The once
And future
The Blessed
Beloved
The Righteous
And sacred
The Virgin Queen.

Beloved
What would I not lay
On the Altar of our love?

Demons
That have held me
Together
Since before
Forever.

Would I not
Release
Them
Completely?
Agreeing
To Undo
What deals
We have struck.

Even if I must
Dissolve
In surrender

Even if I must
Forget
What I remember
When I think
My Self
Together:

One Longing
One Blown by the Wind
One Searching
One Drawn Deeply In

One Hurting
One Victim of Sin

One Weeping
One Sleeping
One Moon Struck
Lone Wolf
Self Loved
And
Creeping
Through Darkness
Unseen and
Unseeing.

Would I not
For you, Love,
Even trust
God
To hold
My whole Being

So I could be free
From the contracts
I’ve struck
To protect me
From love

So that I might
Belong from
Here until
Always
Only and ever
Completely and freely
to your
Righteous touch.

He is coming back
He is coming for me
He is comig home
To the nectar I hold.

I love him
So fiercely
I know then
That Death must
Return him
To me.

I love him
I love him

The King.

Like night
Blooming jasmine
I flower
For the moon.

Like the water
Over boulders
I weep
And shed
My womb

Like hope
For my Beloved
I waver
In the wind

But here
In holy darkness
I know
That he exists

Like sugar
From the sunlight
The sap rises
Within.

Like serpent
In the garden
I show myself
To sin

Like wisdom
From the tree
I know
My innocence

Like fruit
From a flower
I ripen
Deep within.

I want to
Give my
Succulence
In exchange
For sustenance…
No. For wealth.

If a man makes me
Flower open
And sing
If he makes me
Praise the gods
For the sake of Man
I will then stand
Before him
Free
And open
In the way
I only open
When I’m free

I want to take
His money
And give him
Exactly
The Power
For which he
Strove
When he drew
That money close.

I want to open the
Gate
Step aside
And wait
While he passes
Through
Welcome
The god in him
To meet my god
Through me…

No. I want to BE the gate
Not the destinate
Not the resting place
Not the sacred vase
But the lip on the vessel
And the sign pointing way.

The sign saying
Hey
Pass through here
Pilgrim
Lay
Your gift here
Pilgrim
And go farther
On the way.

I am not your wife
I am not your lover
Neither am I
Your friend
Nor your mother.

I am the body
That fills the costume
The mask that
Opens the latch
I am a marker
On the path
Not a martyr
Or a winning
To be had

But a woman
With no past
A woman
With a name
That I have chosen
A woman
With the body
Of a woman
And a heart
Ensouled,
Unopened
A present
Wrapped and bowed
A secret
Still untold.

Cover me with worship
Look on me with hope

Empty here your hands
Sweet Pilgrim
Leave with me your lands
Sweet Pilgrim
Carry on as planned
Sweet Pilgrim
I will see you go.