An ode, to her

First time I delved deep in the waters of my core,
An image of the Virgin Mary flashed before my eyes.

As I stepped into womanness,
I found that as pleasure swells inside of me, all the Christian stories I was fed as a girl ooze out, uninvited.

Shaking and sweating,
Breathing deeply into my centre,

Surface.

The shame and guilt that were once woven into my skin.

Bit by bit, this dance eats me up and swallows me whole.
Teasingly, playfully, I fall into her; God.

And as I hold her and me, I taste sacredness in my flesh.
As it is, human and raw.

Dissolving in movement and sounds emanating from my core:
hungry, ecstatic, wild, unleashed

I surrender to her primal call.

This feels so good.
It feels really, really good.
It’s delicious.

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