May Queen
Voluptuous vessel
Brimming with abundance
Where sweetness nestles
Nipples as rosehips
And flowering vulva
You are the epitome
Of fertility’s lover
bursting at streams
with love and emotion
opening your ferns
beneath skies of devotion
Fire in mind
Becomes fire in motion
As you demand surrender
To all pleasure’s notions
Honeysuckle high and
Birdsong live
As the transition from being
to doing arrives
young green beech leaves
with geranium pink sleeves
I witness all of you
in your new state
A fresh perspective
Cow parsley and fate
How did I not see
a moment before
all your glory
all your gore
Heat, I’m in heat
at the scent of your grass
Mixed with the blood
of a to-be-born calf
Its mother moaning
beneath waning moon
As I watch from the shadows
And bid her birth soon
Luscious and full
You greet all six of my senses
Ushering me towards action
From the comfort of my defences
Show me divine masculine
And I’ll hang up my offences
My body is raw
at the thought of you
Ready to be exposed
Ready to bloom.
Bealtaine