Whistles Blow

You are a goddess

It swells from deep inside
Boils softy
to the top
slowly slowly
til I pop

Strings of moonlight
Burst
and tether to us
like frogs' tongues

Bathes us in magic;
The divine feminine
Intuitively pulling
from our darkest recesses

submitting
submitting
to the stream;
a cycle, we can't control
we submit to the flow

and I have been waiting for this moment all along
To make us strong