Taken

I long for your hunger

to reach in and take me,

awaken me to your heart,

like when you wake in the night

and like a lone traveler in the desert

or a voyager lost at sea

and with unmediated instinct,

you turn and reach out

and take me

as though I were a ripe piece of fruit,

fresh from the tree

and without a word you quench

your parched mouth

at the nape of my neck,

drawing forth the hidden meaning of me

and calling me home to you

as with the full breadth of your hands

you wrap the cusp of my haunches

and drink deeply of me

and I am taken so exquisitely beyond

my own resistance to your love.

In an instance you strip from me

the farce of my withholding

and in that moment I come to know myself

as the long cool drink of the universe.

Lucy Pierce © 2013

Spirit of Woman- Beheld

Beheld

Spirit of  Woman

Oh spirit of life,

bold spirit of woman,

it is time now,

for me to fearlessly behold my own beauty

and to tremble in the tender fragrance

of my own robust and irrepressible blooming,

to be the presence that sees,

that knows, that bows to beauty.

No longer the tremulous aching for the other,

the parched and barren waiting to be beheld.

My roots tap the quick of the endless source,

my branches seek the eternity of all that dwells beyond,

my wings arch out forever

and I am love, whole and true.

No longer the waiting to be received,

I receive myself.

I open and behold this radiant shining,

my heart a fruitful bounty bursting forth

it’s juicy red seeds upon the opened Earth.

My womb an eternal well of all that is becoming.

I am upright and proud

I have the profound courage to walk in my beauty

because it is my birthright.

Who am I to think that I might lack

a decipherable language of love,

as though I were mute and blind in the darkness.

It is time to truly behold the woman

and to allow each quivering footstep

to truly land upon the ground of my being,

that the world and the Earth and the heavens

may receive me,

the fragrant and fierce

and fecund and proud

beauty that is woman.

Lucy Pierce © 2013