Primal

Blood and bone,
Sweat and rain;
Feeling whole and fatally alive
Beneath the storm.

Each breath a revelation
Sheathed in pulsing lungs,
Every scream a blessing
From a warrior goddess.

Fists beat cadence
On willing flesh
To match the beat
Of a quickening heart:

Prey – sacrifice –
Ripped forth and offered
With cupped palms and bowed head
To the Almighty Mother.

Blood roses bloom
Beneath slicked skin –
A garden planted
By steadfast hands,

Watered by tears and glory,
Fed with murmured pleas,
Moans, sighs and, finally,
The flood of rich essence

Bursting forth
After the dam has cracked,
Been shattered, and
Swept away.

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