A call flowed out of darkness
her voice was strong, sure, and sweet
the song brought tears to my eyes
when we sat round the circle.
Her scent lingered with me long
it swirled about as I stirred
jumbled contents of a drawer
hours after we had parted.
Her touch electricity
as two hands come together
and were raised up to the sky
to welcome the Hornéd God.
My thumbs beat out a rhythm
on the smooth skin of her drum
taut flesh vibrating with sound
the pulse of life within us.
The heart drums to fast for her
Yet I could not quell the fire
her eyes kindled in my own
she bade me stay if I will.
On me there is a great fear
for were I to share these words
would their openness shock her
or cause her to question me?
Worse to have this desire
and her passion returned
to bloom in fullness of love
yet fail by some jealousy.