MADE TO RISE

Holy hive

My little sisters speak through me

I want to sit beneath a good strong tree

and bleed into the earth

she carries a flat stone bigger

than her body

I place it on my tongue

the air begins to giggle

and the earth splits.

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Out comes the honey 

save thy body and thank the bees

for they move and tend to 

a delicate secret

strung from the molten core of earth

to every sweet star flower.

 

A dance of essences

sinuous through space

drips down the stem and enters

the dark womb of earth

and permeates the membranes

raised up from the ground

to circle softly in the void.

 

Holy are hexagons

and sweet gestation

holy vulva

soft tissues fill the void

tufts and tendrils drawn

at the tips of my fingers

my soul secretes a message

for the queen.

 

She says in a dream

an amber toned dream

fierce and fanned by thousands of wings

penetrating a wild new world

I am sinking, stimulated

by the nectar of this shrine

pheromones diffuse into darkness

beneath me

my body is honey

and she tells me to breath

she says

let yourself  bleed.