A Gathering

In the spaces where skin touches skin
I am remembered

This body, a sacred revelation
Each new moment we breathe into being

I follow the whispers she offers me
To find what stirs

What sweet and biting tempest
Is unearthed through our song

A gathering of fire and stone
Lightning and bone

A call to the skies
For all their kindred wonders

A full bodied celebration in flight
Tongues open

letting all else turn to ash