She,
kissed of the sun,
birthed of the earth’s red clay,
stands a goddess in the green lush alcove
of branches that arch to protect her.
A sorceress that magic
willingly surrenders
its secrets to,
she only has to turn to me
to enchant me
with silent spells
of regal beauty.
She binds my mortal
heart to hand,
and bids me
love to worship her.
Surrender is all the sweeter then,
and for a time, I too, am kissed of the sun,
yet banished at moonrise
to dream once more
that a goddess
once loved
me.
*art by Charlie Bowater on pinterest.com
I love this. Beautiful image as well!
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Thank you. It’s what inspired the poem, along with a little New Age music. Thanks for reading it!
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