Grandmother Earth

Hear me in the whisper of boughs, a midnight owl

Feel me in the fingertips of feathered fern, cool earth beneath your sole

Taste my tart smiles in a huckleberry, melt my icy gaze in your hot mouth

Scent my hidden bloom in a wild meadow, the musk of my desire

Know me in the moment of dawn’s deliverance, in the pain of labor, in the fathomless depths behind your eyelids

Dream of me, and awaken

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