Tag Archives: women who run with the wolves
look into my eyes if you dare, see soul and surrender, feel bold and remember. take your time, see reflected my feeling intercepted, by your grace or grievance… remember. look into eyes if you dare, see soul: surrender, feel bold: … Continue reading
The apple tree birthed fruitful dynamics of soul self, ripe and ready for picking, ready for juicy dreams to drip, as each crunch and bite is taken.
Why do I wear these flowers across skin and flesh? Like the feminine that blossoms across my chest, Like the flush of cheek and neck, Like rose petal lips, And that perfume you inhaled as you stole a kiss.
This hide has weathered much, but still warms under tender touch. Don’t spit no more your poison my way. These lips may appear silent, but they ain’t afraid to say what needs saying, violent. Fixed, not forgotten. Listen and speak, … Continue reading
(Inspired by Women Who Run With The Wolves – Clarissa Pinkola Estés) Cackle, woman, Cackle like the witch you are. Bring spittle and star sparkle. Let that heave of breast, bounce, and that shortness of breath, hiss. Belly roar, belly … Continue reading
Go gather bones, Build your earthy, wolf like throne. Sow the seeds you believe and of truths. Fruitful is the life of fulfillment, of creativity, of earthly delights. Be the woman you hear howl at night.