I’m craving
my own
raw wildness

dirty feet
knotted hair

forest breath

something deep
something oceanic

the waves
the waves
the waves
of my rhythms

I’m not feeling
or pure.

I’m writhing
with the stories
of all the women
burned at the stake
burned in the heart
held down
beyond dreams and hope

Breaking free now
wailing and dancing
in moonlight

Legs spreading
welcoming love
true love
from true lovers

Men strong enough
to stay.

I’m craving this.