(as promised here, this is the 2nd part of the genesis poem about my introduction to Wylde Woman energy.  The previous post is the 1st part.  There are 3 parts total)

                IV.  Knight Vision

The heart of the husband has approached

                through fireheat, coldburn,

                                                passion,

through hidden caves where sunlight

                                                can’t reach

has tried the surface where all

                is reflection     where shadows

                                                prowl the edges

has trembled when she comes to him

like some wild animal soft, sleek,

dark

all mouth and teeth     and claws.

the heart of the husband has braved

                all of this, has thought

                                                about the steam

the steam she lets rise around her

not the trailing steam of mist,

                but fog thick and heavy

                                                so dense, sight fails –

and the heart of the husband thinks

                of how to sit still

                                                becoming a rock

she can hold onto

                                                if only

if only she would stop beating herself

                against the sharp pieces

                                                and find the small places

where toes and fingers can grasp

and the heart of the husband doesn’t know

who she will be today

watches moon changes

once ignored     tastes

her salt sips

her honey and

loves her

this child     this woman     this

lover who howls and scratches

at the door of his being – and the heart

of the husband lets her in     lets her in

never knowing what he’ll find.

V.            Thoughts From the Corner

It should be easier than this

snakes do it all the time

shed their skin

with not even a second thought

while I can’t even find the seam

think I might have to rip open

think it might hurt

think I am imagining things

think if I could just wake up

or maybe it’s go back to sleep

then I would be Normal again

walk around in the sun and

smile again as though

none of this ever happened

as though I never heard or felt

or knew anything other than this

light, this well beaten path, this

maze of rats, this nest of ants

this pain, this pain, this pain

for so long I can’t even feel it

anymore – so much easier than

learning something new –

some things are best left to snakes.

VI.          Wild woman’s Declaration

In this closet are many rooms

                all the doors locked

by one key

it hangs

from your neck nestled

between your breasts

swings there gently

bumping against your heart

beating reminders of who you are

                                                in your dreams

the thing that you can never find

already in the palm of your closed hand

the hand you refuse to open, like your eyes,

afraid of what you might see, afraid to stay

in this place where you are, unable to turn back,

dead but breathing.

I am wherever you are

                let me teach you

my dance.

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