Wild Woman’s Beat
Wild woman beats upon inner rib cage,
until my body‘s a book of her tapping Morse code,
an inside tattoo that’s been hidden from the world and even me.
Wild woman, across each nerve synapse,
your insistent drumming sends messages, softly at first,
that become louder with my ignoring,
“Sensual love. Love sensual! Life dance! Dance life!”
Addictions have muffled your sounds,
Stuffing your mouth has muted but not silenced you.
I’ve walled you up in muscle and joint,
held you prisoner within the confines of my skin
until you breathe fire on those who are dear, and those who come near.
Hot flashes are your heat that’s been denied.
My judgmental ways feed a wildfire that burns out of control.
Wild woman, your drumming sends signals of passion with every heartbeat.
You dance within me on every full moon,
course through me as smoldering desire
which must be fulfilled through soul moves or hardened into igneous rock by resistance to your flow
I die before my time, inch by rigid inch.
When I respond to your hammering,
you soften the mold of my becoming,
the true self rivers of experience surge me toward.
Your supple moves keep me young with sensual delight.
Your arousal summons youthful succulence.
If I allow your wildness, my life leaps and twirls like a flame desiring flight.
I harness your force to drive my dreams!
No longer a kitten with unsure stance, I become a lynx.
I pleasure my man with wild woman ways.
Aphrodesia ignites fire that melds our bodies into one fluid form.
Wild woman, I breathe in your power and rhythmic beat
to dance with your life, my life,
in ardent, moist heat, sexy and mine, juicy and divine.
©2004 Star Kissed Shadows Sher Lianne Christian