Wild.

''The male force of lust is portrayed as having something vital and heroic about it, albeit at times, violent. A woman's is dangerous in other ways..

...it is declared wrong (by some) for a woman to show her sexual desire, for in doing so she invokes that God of lust. The power of nature that is female libido is rather different. As a Goddess, this female lust is seldom so easily invoked by a man's sexual desire; she is far more interested in her own.''  *

She is..

                        Wild.

Accept disorder in yourself. Accept your scars and your blisters.

Everything heals in its own due time,

we fall apart; we heal.

*

The most important things to talk about are those things which we choose to ignore, the things we should acknowledge, and yet which we dis-regard.


Leaking, shedding old skin - red
and cracked.

I am heavier, hairier, hag-ier
and yet I have to smile when I leave my front door.

But I don't want to smile,
I'm bleeding, and I don't want to smile.


Ah yes, it's that time again, that time when I become reminded of that fact that I am merely just another reflection of nature; not always nice, and not always beautiful. 

Sometimes hurtful, and sometimes painful.

Carrying the pain of life and death within me, I have to let it out; 

let it all bleed out.

To purge the pain, to transmute that 
which is unclean.

Enter the wounds, and comfort

soon comes.

*

''..denying her wounds 

comes from the same source as her power.''

she removes me

from

the shade, from

the heat

she removes me

from

the silence

of the wound

she is

Wild.