thunder moon

Siren enchantress of the night
Summons me
Deep calling to deep

Full and ripe she enquires:
What
Is 
It 
You
Desire?

And how far
Are you willing to wander?

And how much ecstasy are you willing to claim?

I used to be the girl who wanted to hold on so tight
But now all I can do is let go

I used to be the girl who wanted to dam things up
But now I say

Let the blood flow

Mystical moon femme
Traversing across the sky
Beckoning:
You are the Becoming.
You are the seed.