(Poem) My Holy Wildness by Arlene Bailey

Art by Mary Feywood

I was travelling to find myself

When I met the most amazing woman

With honey dripping through her fingers,

Her essence was furious and intoxicating

As memories of times gone by flooded

Her soul, her awareness shifted to this now

Then her awareness became my awareness

And I realized we were one in the same

No longer the Performative Feminine

I tasted the feral elixir of my existence

With knowings of both past and future

I embraced my holy wildness within



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