Feminine of the valley
desire as a living heartbeat
the feminine lives in the valleys
in the dark
the compost
worms writhing in dank moist soil
amber drips through tilted time
spilling slow against the earth
a hush of heat, a whispered glow
sky on fire
in the letting go
becoming a channel for
not what I want to say
but what forms me wants to say
like desire as a living heartbeat
stewarding the mind
a river, carved
of the body’s pace
yearn
wisdom
no grasping,
no reaching, no chase
only the pulse of now
this moment—
like getting fucked by life
I can either contract my life force energy
or open to the truth of what’s here
<3
Christie
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