animus

the moon full and

my love comes for me

knocks at door

will not wait

regaled, and i gather together

crimson, lavender

it will begin again

your worthy

words reluctant fall

and i am

in need of our religion

which disciple are you

you feed me but i refuse to eat

keep you at the door

and will not raise the mantle

of your precision

had we trusted before

i would know the answers

to the mysteries i seek

contrariwise,

i kick and falter

to make my own way...

hail, goddess

don't you know

we are nothing if not together

i know you would give

nothing

to hear my voice

freely

and freely, it is yours

no love of measure

keeps you

from me as i enter your consciousness
to live in your being

as you have in mine

even as you beckon another

i do not pale in my influence

i am what you make of me

i am your created

yet you cannot create but by me

your other he's will not satisfy