I’m craving
my own
raw wildness
dirty feet
knotted hair
forest breath
authenticity
something deep
something oceanic
the waves
the waves
the waves
of my rhythms
I’m not feeling
polished
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.